The thick whispering blanket

of virgin white

covered the earth

where I live...
 

Reminding me, of

the Virgin birth

of the Saviour,

In its beauty, majesty

purity and peace.
 

As the days wore on

came the arctic freeze

and the feverish shaking

where I live...
 

Reminding me, of

the temptation

of the Saviour,

In its extreme temperature

of hardship, harassment, and heartache.

　
Deep into the icy clutch

death and depression set in

to the breast and bone of every man

where I live...
 

Reminding me, of

the preparation

of the Saviour,

In its demand for miracles

or sacrifice.
 

Father! I cried out,

if it is possible,

remove this cup

I pray...
 

Reminding me, of

the agony

of the Saviour,

In its oppressive

affliction.
 

Yesterday, I heard

the Woodsman

chopping wood again,

to take away

the hopelessness and cleaving chill

where I live...
 

Reminding me, of

the splintered tree

of the Saviour,

In its seeming absurdity

that one man could save us all.
 

Today, the first sun

broke through the forest

and touched upon the roof

where I live...
 

Reminding me, of

the victory over death

of the Saviour,

In its absolute radiance

and assurance.
 

Today, the sun yawned

and stretched out his arms

penetrating the souls of men

where I live...
 

Reminding me, of

The Son Who dawned

2011 years ago,

Who stretched out His Arms,

In His promise

of everlasting light...

where I live.

 ©2011 Rhonda S. Galizia, Scribe Unto The LORD
~ St. Matthew 13:52 ~
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