CHRIST IN WINTER:
Reflections on Faith for the Years of Winter… ©
The constant weakened
Beat of sagging drums
Sounds mournful
In my saddened ears
As friends from years long
Past speak only
Of their aches and pains
And imagined plots
Injustice, old and new
With never even one loud
Cymbal clash
Of joy
John Robert McFarland
johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com
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