Crossing to Safety--a poem

CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith from a Place of Winter for the Years of Winter… ©

On Sunday mornings

I pray for preachers

“The goodly fellowship

of the prophets”

In whose ranks

I once stood tall

Now I mumble

My few words of hope

As Solieri

Gave thanks

For his few notes

That Mozart

the enfant terrible

eclipsed with one flourishing

arpeggio

I do not envy

Those who stand now

To preach

But lay my mumbled prayers

Down in the mud

That they might cross

Not even knowing they are there

To safety on the mountains

Where their feet are beautiful

John Robert McFarland

jmcfarland1721@charter.net

The “place of winter” mentioned in the title line is Iron Mountain, in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, where people are Yoopers [UPers] and life is defined by winter even in the summer!

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