Air so cold
it chatters
terrified
in pale lungs
sinks Arctic
anchors deep,
permafrost
of the soul,
robs senses
of the choice
to exhale –
prayer bursts its
irons, breath
warmed by hope,
cold’s power
vaporized.
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What happened to the LIKE button??
H mmm – I didn’t realize it went away. I’ll look into it…
You removed the like button.
I like this poem though
Oh, Oh – didn’t mean to! Thanks for the heads-up…
“cold’s power vaporized” Oh, I hope so — I really do. The sooner the better!
So are you saying we should pray for warmer weather? Mind you, that’s a pretty safe prayer if we don’t mind waiting for our answer. 🙂
We attended a funeral at Warman yesterday and they actually had the interment after the service. Must have been hard digging a grave at -25 C.
Interments are distressing enough without the added hardship of deep cold… 😦 I was actually thinking of this piece as being not a literal cold, but a figurative one – and we’ve all been to chilly places in that sense, I know…
Like. 🙂
I hear there’s no ‘like’ button for this post somehow. Thanks for sending your like anyway! 🙂
yes!
🙂 Thanks Pam.
A perfect description.
And – oh boy – I feel it!
Remember to breathe! 😉
Thank you for these figurative poems and the hope http prayer brings!
Maybe if prayer had a website address it would be more popular! hehe
That was such a great response to my typo! Haha
Oops. The hope that prayer brings, it should say!
🙂
I can LIKE it on the Reader, but not on your blog…
I have no idea why. I don’t know how much patience I will have for ‘tinkering’ tonight…
No biggie–just thought you might like to know (not being picky, as that would exhaust me…).
Yes, thanks – I do like knowing those kinds of things.
More than like! 🙂
🙂 Thanks Shannon!
What is so deadly cold can be so so beautify!
Isn’t that the truth? I think the extra added beauty is God’s way of compensating us for the harsh weather! 😉
Like, like…
🙂 No idea why the like button disappeared for this one. No patience to go on a hunt, either !
It’s probably WordPress shenanigans.
Now I am picturing a room full of young men in argyle sweaters giggling as they dare each other to new antic greatness…. 😉
Yes, and I am not sure if it is me, being silly, or more WP shenanigans but I am having trouble loading photos in my comments section now. Failing completely.
Blame the argyle sweaters…Shenanigans. Definitely shenanigans.
I’d rather do that than blame my brain 😉
Melody, wonderful picture and poem! I really love both of them! Blessings!
Thanks Wendell!
THAT’S exactly what it’s like! You can shut that chatter and back & rolling gossip with one warm breath from within ! It’s warm here for most of the country, and Canada but, I still have my warm wooly blankie and shawl! Wonderful writing ~I promise I can write on a frosty window reading your vivid words! xo
You are so sweet. I think prayer is very like this – the fears roll in and we suck in and forget to breathe…
Like.
Thanks Jim!