Prayer (Psalm 147)

"He casts forth his ice like morsels; who can stand before his cold" (Psalm 147:17)

Let me keep this moment

now on this ice

let my glide continue

and my poise hold

 

Let me hold in a gasp of cold clear air

let it stay in my lungs

so I can retain this truth;

 

Ice will melt and I will cough

and then I know I will step off

this glistening frost

 

But now I breathe

slide through this moment

reassured by the truth

on this ice

 

 

2006

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