Edge of Spring - winter

In this bitter winter,

I am moved to seek

the hem of a garment

on a crowded street,

and simply by my contact I will surely know

that the Power that's within Him

might miraculously flow

to my cold, crying frame

as I desperately cling

to the Master's cloak,

and touch the edge of spring.

The Lord your God is with you,

the Mighty Warrior who saves.

He will take great delight in you;

in His love He will no longer rebuke you,

but will rejoice over you with singing. Zeph.3:17

What is Truth? - winter

If I did not have

my health,

my wealth,

my happiness, my home -

my famiy and friends

what then would be my end?

Nothing left?

No things for comfort -

could my eyes

and ears afford

to look upon my life

that has no worldly reward?

I would have to really ask -

in what, or whom my stay?

For all these things could

suddenly, so swiftly go away.

Would I curse the God who gave them

who will give no more, no less

than His providing blessedness?

Or would the core have really been

that which cannot fade,

the God, the Savior

and all eternal He has made?

If I pray these worldly ways

to all remain as mine,

then being with Him is not truly

what I seek to find.

Disappointed I will be

when, through death He calls on me.

So may I bow

and consider now

eternal space

from my poor place

and bless the bright eternal light

that bids to save this wretched life,

and find Him only to be true

no matter what we say or do.

Cleansing in the Cold - winter

Thank you for the cold that cleanses -

thank you for the bold redemption

clothed in humble flesh as a lamb

who was willing -

not forced upon the alter of sacrifice,

but let himself be led by the chill of our sins -

walking into our winter

and washing us white as snow.

Snow Moon - winter

The moon holds February in its wake,

the snow capturing the white, sanctioned light

and dispersing it throughout the acquiescent night.

So it steadfast stands

like one who is second in command;

one who guides nocturnal ways

as the the still, chill air and icy satin sheen

comprise the properties propelling it on -

converging with the dawn.

The Cardinal - winter

God bless the cardinal out in my tree

There would be no music if not for thee.

The winter is long and other birds flee,

God bless the cardinal's sweet melody.