Winterful Life

God? 

Where are you? 

I'm feeling very lost 

God? 

Not to argue 

But don't you feel the frost? 

My energy sapped by the chilling cold 

Freezingly wrapped, but with no hand to hold 

Everything's peaceful, lifeless, and dead 

Just keep pushing forward and plowing ahead? 

Everything's white, covered in snow 

Gone are the colors I used to know 

Nothing to see, even animals hide 

It's now only me, no friend by my side 

And yet, You're here, I do believe 

You promised You would never leave 

But how prolonged is winter's death! 

This unending season of ragged breath 

God of resurrection, come! 

Awaken us from cadaverous numb 

Your breathe of life to light our eyes 

With living dreams that bid us rise 

 "I want to live again," he said 

The man who wished that he were dead 

He found that it's a wonderful life 

Loved by friends and kids and wife 

He who stayed to faithfully keep 

A pasture for a hundred sheep 

Day by day while all along 

The anchor-motor-whistle song 

Mocked his hopes and dreams for more 

While staying back to mind the store 

Selfless, sacrificially 

Plain uncommon decency 

Until the weight of every loss 

Was much too heavy of a cross 

Burdened now unbearably 

He wanders, lost, and cannot see 

The good this life of pain has brought 

Staggering unto the spot 

Where lies and whispers shoot to kill 

Their target locked, they fire at will 

Yet when his life seems all in vain 

The very urge that brings such pain 

Becomes his own salvation when 

He jumps to rescue once again 

So open now my sullen eyes 

To see in life how beauty lies 

In serving others faithfully 

Taking joy in others' glee 

Finding gratitude for all 

My many blessings, big and small 

May I never quite give up 

When drinking from this bitter cup 

Help me see the joy ahead 

And for that reason rise from bed 

Give me strength to carry on 

Through endless night to reach the dawn 

 I'm tired, lonely, ill-at-ease 

Warm my spirit lest I freeze 

Hold my hand as now I plod 

Sightless here, I trust you, God

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Fine poetic expression in this piece. Turning to religion when all else is gone. Questioning the presence of God. By serving others, we can find a meaning to a life that appears empty, cold and lonely. I enjoyed my visit. Thank you.

Chris

[Aneto]

Thank you as well, Chris! I'm so glad to hear you enjoyed this piece and perceived the meaning and heart behind the poem.

~Aneto~