I watch the ice grow on their boughs.

Limbs, once barely noticeable are made

visible by the burdens they carry as it threatens

their very existence. Heavy is the weight

that pulls gravity to the ground. The limbs

can’t shake the burden that they carry as

many fail and crack in death throes as they

fall to the ground to forever be with the earth.

I listen to my forest as life bleeds within. I,

like my trees carry burdens iced on strong limbs

pulling me to the death of the ground. Strong is the

desire to succumb to the bidding of the winter, however

the knowledge of a spring sustains the life and the

heaviness of the ice. As each twig is manifest and made

known so are our burdens that we carry made known

while we continue to carry them along our path.

Within our knowledge our soul creates our passion

for life and thus heats our bodies to melt the ice that

encapsulates our every movement. Light will be our

hearts and feet once our burdens are melted by the

goodness we have held in deep places within our chambers

locked away only to be opened in dire need. Spread forth

your love, your smiles and your laughter. Let not your limbs

fail you under the weight. Lift up your boughs high to meet

your sun as His warmth will forever chip away at the ice you

have allowed to build up within your soul.

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