LATE MARCH SNOWFALL

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

“Wash me and I will be whiter

than snow.”

Surely there has been enough

snow to cover all our sins

from avarice to zenophobia

including the misspelling

of xenophobia.

Scramblers, gamblers

midnight ramblers.

When the covered sins

have frozen hard 

as driveway concrete,

or blue-streaked ice cream,

only then can hearts be thawed

and spirits revivified,

so much that the hidden drive

is seen between the piles

of blanketed sins

and dog doo

which are much the same.

Then some personage

who shall remain unnamed

but whose mother

obviously never married

his father

has to go and sin again.

John Robert McFarland

jmcfarland1721@charter.net

The “place of winter” mentioned in the title line is Iron Mountain, in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, where life is defined by winter even in the summer!

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