Crunching the snow
where the frost bites your nose.
All of last night's falling, covers the mud-slush of
yesterday's mistakes.
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.
Jenneth Graser
Photography David Mark
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What a lovely, comforting voice at the start my day, Jenneth. Thank you for your close observation and deep listening and willingness to share with your readers.
ReplyDeleteAh thank you so much dear Laurie. I'm very blessed to hear from you. Thank you for your beautiful encouragement.
DeleteTo know that he knows us and everyone we care for so well, eases the burden. And to know that our mistakes and our loved ones mistakes are covered by last nights snow, what a relief. Thank you so much Jenneth!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much dear friend! Yes such a relief to imagine that snow of God's great love covering us every time. Thank you for your beautiful insights!
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