Shiver-struck in winter’s grip,
frigid-bleak and glacial-crisp;
branch out, soul, when ice invades,
the more to catch when grace cascades.
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Shiver-struck in winter’s grip,
frigid-bleak and glacial-crisp;
branch out, soul, when ice invades,
the more to catch when grace cascades.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
That is interesting. Reminds me of something I read once which said that curling up in bed to try to keep warm actually makes you colder. If you stretch out and relax you become warmer. I wonder?
I wonder, too. Maybe an experiment is in order? 🙂
But don’t spread out too much. Your hubbie will end up on the floor. So you’ll lose his body heat! 😉
Good advice… 🙂
Interesting.
Thank you!
Something I’ve always wished I could do is write poetry that’s worth reading. I think you have that gift.
Thank you! I do humbly consider it a gift, and I squeeze every drop of joy out of it that I can, taking great delight in the craft as I write. Thank you so much for entering this wonderful journey with me!
Looking forward to reading more!!
That lovely blue sky really shows off the frost beautifully! Your poem is a wonderful reminder to wait expectantly for grace during the cold snaps of life! Our faith can help us not to snap in half.;)
Blessings ~ Wendy
I like that – faith is the resilience gene that holds us from breaking beyond repair when life gets frigid… thanks Wendy!
Right now, especially, I LOVE the concept of Grace Cascading–Wow-Wonderful.
I do too – very heartening after a tough weekend, no?
Mel, I stood in the shower for the longest time today, hoping the gloom would wash away. The devastation is every bit as severe as the recent storms on the east coast, aptly named Sandy, as it turns out, eh? I’m praying, “Lord, please return my joy”–which sounds so selfish, I realize; but I’m hoping against hope that His JOY would have equal impact as the ripple effect of this horrendous tragedy. I just feel wrecked–keep writing poems, trying to get it out and find my balance again….sorry to run on so.
We write to process and work out the truth the best we can – keep writing, keep praying. (Keep showering – had to throw that in there, sorry…) It’s okay to feel the sorrow and grieve for our fallen world – Jesus did, too!
I so appreciate our mutual humor–the showering reminder! I even did laundry and changed the sheets–so it hasn’t been a completely unproductive day. Oh, and there’s the big cauldron of soup I made Friday–want a bowl? It’s very hearty.
I made soup too! Tis the season…mine’s lemon chicken rice. Mmmm…
Oooh, that sounds yummy–want to trade a bowl? Or, how ’bout your recipe? (I didn’t use one, so you’re kinda out of luck…)
I didn’t use one, either – just tried to copy a really good bowl I had in a restaurant last week.
I love this and the thought and feel of grace cascading. Thank you, Melody, as you minister to us!
Thanks Debbie! 🙂
Beautiful imagery! I’m sort of a literalist in a way and your last line “branch out, soul, when ice invades” brought to mind a scripture, “do unto others” as a means of ‘unfreezing one’s own soul in times of need. Your poetry is quite remarkable.
Beautiful interpretation. I love to hear about what others think of or connect to – often it mirrors my thoughts as I wrote – and just as often, it takes on a new direction entirely, which is equally as intriguing! Thank you, Marie.