Silent sleeps the fallen snow,
Guardian of life below;
Hope in temporary tomb,
Destination: brand-new bloom.
And wave after wave
Batters my foundation,
Uncertainty of the sea;
And I drift,
Find footing here,
Lose balance there,
I am on Your shore.
and the frost
inanimate and stupid
not content with isolation
reaches with deliberate fingers,
compassion growing great dendrites
fusing cold compatriots into masses of grey matter.
gifted with intellect
build towers without windows
slap the unpalatable needy palms,
disdain growing unquenchable cancers
which gorge themselves on intellectual arguments.
Just enough raindrops to plant your hope deep,
Just enough losses to learn what to keep;
Just enough chaos to drive you to prayer,
Just enough failure to need Jesus there;
Just enough courage to hold your head high,
Just enough valleys to covet the sky;
Just enough sunshine to process the pain,
Just enough dying to rise up again.