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

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5 comments on “Morning Sun on Frozen Hips

  1. Madilyn says:

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

  2. Caddo Veil says:

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

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