Beauty in a Deep Winter’s Soul…

28 02 2014

frozen road

 

 

 

 

 

I want to see beauty in the depth of my winter’s soul . . .

But all that I see is frozen . . .

dreams, suspended in crystals;

paths, obscured by the blowing uncertainties of my life;

potential, slowly crushed beneath glacial mountains.

 

I am cold . . .

no one hears my voice over the howling winds of daily expectations.

Is there hope?

A half-frozen stream offers unexpected insight . . .

A soulful rhythm emerging from a quiet, icy surface;

evidence of life flowing beneath;

movement in a frozen landscape . . .

 

I bend down to listen;

wondering where this Life force has been –- where She is going . . .

 

She whispers –- “Hope” . . .

 

 

frozen stream

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