In This Doorway--a poem

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

As we huddle in this doorway,

while in the street the battle

rages on, flames and bullets

and fountain pens making gutters

run red wild.

I think of all the days

we strode upon this very street

toward ballot boxes and seats of power,

waving hope and placards

high above our heads.

Now as the bricks around us fall,

I see it all as windmill tilting.

Greed and violence

laugh at us now, as they always did,

and trumpet out their triumph,

creating nothing out of something.

But we are still together,

huddled in this doorway,

and in the eyes of God,

who called us not to victory

but to faith.

That is enough

John Robert McFarland

johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com

I started this blog several years ago, when we followed the grandchildren to the “place of winter,” Iron Mountain, in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula [The UP]. I put that in the sub-title, Reflections on Faith from a Place of Winter for the Years of Winter, where life is defined by winter even in the summer! [This phrase is explained in the post for March 20, 2014.] The grandchildren, though, are grown up, so in May, 2015 we moved “home,” to Bloomington, IN, where we met and married. It’s not a “place of winter,” but we are still in winter years of the life cycle, so I am still trying to understand what it means to be a follower of Christ in winter…

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