Iron Mountain ski jump

Iron Mountain ski jump

Sunday, March 16, 2014

It Will Not Be in the Morning-a poem

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

It Will Not Be in the Morning

It will not be in the morning when I rise
Nor will that be the time I fly away
But when the night is dark and deep
that time of staring but not seeing
as in a stand of rooted pines
I shall slip away
between tall trees
A new-born fawn will see me go

John Robert McFarland

The place of winter mentioned above is Iron Mountain, in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, where life is defined by winter even in the summer.

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