CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith from a Place of Winter for the Years of Winter… ©
If you know me, or have read this blog before, you have reason to expect a story. That’s what I do. That is what has appeared in this blog before. Some days, though, I do not have a story. I apologize for inflicting upon you rough-draft “poetry,” but some days, that’s what I have.
Some saint proclaimed
that when my name is called
upon that day of final reckoning,
“Settlement Day” come ‘round at last,
I shall be called to task
for every thing of beauty I did not enjoy.
Saints are always right,
but it is not just beauty missed
that is a blot upon the record and the soul.
I shall be called to account for
every chance for love that I did not embrace,
every moment for giving thanks when I was silent,
every step when someone faltered
and I did not extend an arm to steady,
every opportunity for praise
that I squandered in self-pity.
Why lose even one precious second
mired in mud
when my soul
John Robert McFarland
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! [This phrase is explained in the post for March 20, 2014.]
I have also started an author blog, about writing, in preparation for the publication, by Black Opal Books, of my novel, VETS, in 2015. http://johnrobertmcfarland-author.blogspot.com/
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