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Morning Sun on Frozen Hips

Morning sun on frozen hips draws out a cry of pain; where joints are stiff, the brilliant glow can feel so inhumane. Yet how will frosty thoughts grow warm if not for gleaming light? And how will icy heart thaw out if it can’t see what’s right? * There are times when the truth hurts…

Morning sun on frozen hips

draws out a cry of pain;

where joints are stiff, the brilliant glow

can feel so inhumane.

Yet how will frosty thoughts grow warm

if not for gleaming light?

And how will icy heart thaw out

if it can’t see what’s right?

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There are times when the truth hurts – but denial hurts more.  May we be wise in how we deal with the truth in our lives!

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Responses to “Morning Sun on Frozen Hips”

  1. Madilyn

    Lovely poem, Melody, and I especially love the line about the icy heart thawing. 🙂

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    1. melodylowes

      Thank you Madilyn! 🙂 It gives us a bit of hope for a warmer future, right?

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  2. Caddo Veil

    This is definitely a tough one–the heart remembers. Good work, as always, Melody.

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    1. melodylowes

      Thanks, Caddo! Can’t drop by tonight – if I can’t tomorrow, I’ll try for Saturday? *sigh*

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      1. Caddo Veil

        Hang in there, girlfriend!

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