Ignore the pain,
it has always been.
Don’t shelter long
in the low dominions.
Wind will blow the snow in,
cold,
and biting chill,
and we have far to go still.
Pacify the doubt,
for it can drag you down,
and we cannot afford
to be slowed.
We’ve got work ahead,
a testament to Faith,
that we have not given up
in its stead.
December bleeds into January,
and we haven’t even known
real cold, yet.
Striving past our little
chores and annoyances
to face a greater threat.
Pull the clothes on tight
against the chill.
Stoke the fire up
and hunker down.
We know that life’s
coming for the kill,
so times require of us
something profound.
Like the sound of snow
falling in the night,
we await the light,
our final respite,
from this time of ice.
HG – 2020
