NINETEEN YEARS-A poem

CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith from a Place of Winter for the Years of Winter…

My father died at the age of ninety-six

The age I shall be in nineteen years

It does not sound like long

But nineteen years ago

I carried bookcases

Up long flight of stairs

Alone

Walked five miles

Hit a home run

Carried children on my shoulders

And churches on my back

Much can happen

And much can change

In nineteen years.

John Robert McFarland

jmcfarland1721@charter.net

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!

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