CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections
on Faith for the Years of Winter
Just because I cannot say
it
Does not make it a lie
It’s more a mystery than a
lie
Why I am as I am
Or perhaps, who I am
Not at all as I started
Out to be
Nor the man I wished to be
This strange man that I am
I do not know him
I cannot recall his name
Perhaps when I see
His headstone
I shall know
JRMcF
johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com
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