CHRIST IN WINTER:
Reflections on Faith for the Years of Winter… ©
It seems a bit odd to
celebrate a day
that signifies only that
you started,
not what you did.
Perhaps better to
celebrate
the day you felt the
absence
of a hand upon the
two-wheeled
hope, and knew that you
were free,
and did not come close
even,
perhaps a little,
to the man carrying the
watermelon.
Or why not each year
celebrate
the first day you rocked
the holy
grandchild and decided
it was worth it to raise
those freedom-stealing
children
after all.
Maybe you should fete the
half-moon
sky that night when your
eyes searched
beyond the billion stars
and you felt so little,
and so much at home.
So on this my natal day,
I think I’ll drink my
low-fat toast
To “Watermelon Missing
Grandchild Rocking
Half-Moon Day.”
Although the sun is bright,
with hours to go until I see
again
into the night-time sky,
I’ll look up far beyond
the billionth star,
and turn my face
toward home.
JRMcF
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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