A Winter Prayer
- by Linn Barnes
A Winter Prayer
-Linn Barnes
On a cold morning in late December,
windows frosted, breath freezing before my eyes,
tears streaming down my burning cheek,
I slipped into the shadow of a sliver of the elusive past,
looking everywhere for the glamor that
once seemed to grace me,
which I finally found shining brightly
in the new and glittering snow,
which careened me into the now,
the now of this Christmastide,
celebrating the sweet charm,
the enduring grace of warmth and fellowship,
simmered now to a fine and potent stew,
which may not be burned or damaged by
the sad travails of a troubled world.
The light of hope, at this time, call it holy, if you will,
shines for all who shine from within, for all the world
to be illuminated and finally bathed in the purest
and most powerful fire of hope and redemption.