CHRIST IN WINTER:
Reflections on Faith & Life for the Years of Winter –
[After reading Mary
Oliver’s poem of the same name.]
I would love to stand
at the door at dawn
notebook in my hand
to write the scene
birds backlighted
in the sky
sun beginning its smile
creatures of the night
returning to safety
but I live
where concrete grows
beyond my door
waiting for me to slip
and crack my head
bricks beside my window
remind me to stay put
birds shout angrily
at the requirement
to eat worms
squirrels uproot
flowers to hide
their greedy hoard
best to leave
the notebook
in the drawer
leave this scene
unrecorded
John Robert McFarland
“The thing about great
poetry is that we have no defenses against it.” David Whyte
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