CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith & Life for the Years of Winter
IN THESE VIRAL DAYS -poem [Su, 1-3-21]
In these days of viruses
in the air and on the skin
In hearts of women and of
men
gone mad with sunless
power
It is so hard to find
a hope within
the mud and muck
I search so hard
the classic blind pig
of lore, nosing
in the mud, trusting
in the promise
of a truffle
The comfort of old age
is the great store house
of memories that were once
but hopes, then nurtured
into memory with
springtime
rains and summer sun
It is winter now
I sit in the middle
between the hopes
and memories
and choose the ones
that sparkle
in the snow
John Robert McFarland
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