frosty oats

Turn not this beauty from your skin,

Do not deny its wintry kiss;

This touch of trouble deep within

Has brought you to the brink’s abyss,

Where self is laid on frozen shrine,

Blowing chaff from every cell,

Sowing strength in every line,

Birthing beauty honed by hell.



11 comments on “Frostbite

  1. Caddo says:

    Oh my goodness–powerful, yet sewn with threads of quiet beauty. Well done–I love it.

  2. Lyle Krahn says:

    So many powerful metaphors to tell that story.

    • melodylowes says:

      I’m thinking that we’re meant to see it and experience it ourselves, for it to be showing up in so many different places. Restoration is a profoundly powerful story to tell…

  3. Heidi Viars says:

    was trying to find my favorite line here … but each one is pretty powerful … you rock, sister!

  4. Pam says:

    birthing beauty honed by hell… wow

  5. If we could only see what’s being refurbished within while the skin leans away from bone. Faithfully Debbie

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