What Fresh Heaven Is This?

Cracks of sun penetrate the white room

Gone is the grey cover of sky.

I dreamt of this, but was unsure it was in my future.

Was unsure the winter would end,the ice would break and stream down river.

Now, rivets of dirty water and mud meld beneath my feet,

I track it everywhere.

The pond of a backyard is a backyard again.

A place for horses to run without injury.

The animals were trapped as was I.

Their strength astounded me.

Strays, foxes,deer all showed up looking ready for the hunt!

I smell the spring buried deep

on it's way up.

I smell it with all I have.


The Snow Road

In winters time the road calls me towards a baptism

It commences with the blessings of water,
floating in tight, feathered snow

I arch back and the prayers fall about me
silent in the sway they hold

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My church is thick with love,
thick with delight

Hymns are sung from close and far
by those who have survived the cold

In winters time the road calls me

I answer…