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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