Snow blankets the scenery,

White smoke pours from chimneys,

Writing gnaws at my soul,

No words to pray


Longing for peace-filled thoughts,

Hoping for new life,

Doubting your presence,

No words to pray


Where comes the Spirit?

Where come the sighings?

Where lie deep thoughts?

Where comes the crying?


My mind settles in,

My spirit centers my soul,

I rest my open hands upon

My knees. I wait,

I listen.

You are here





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