Crunching the snow
where the frost bites your nose.
All of last night's falling, covers the mud-slush of
You are loved Child.
Each day piled up into ice on the lake
where holes are dug by the fishermen searching for
a catch of comfort on bitter days.
You are remembered Child.
There is a lot of forget around
when too much information presses you into
too many invitations demanding your attention.
The snow will bring you back to your childself.
Your thoughts are noted Child.
Each of your prayers is a personal
relationship when boots are taken off around
a log fire cracking the room into warmth
and you thaw into simplicity
with everything that really matters.
Photography David Mark
The Sound of Amen - this newly released collection of 100 poems for download at Noisetrade is birthed out of a one year pilgrimage with God through difficulty, loss, the end of seasons and the beginning of new things. Discover an adventure into the deep places of your listening heart.