Wet flurries drift downward
commanded by the pull
of unyielding earth
the lacy flakes can go no farther.
In quiet submission
snowfall blankets each backyard
painting the world a wintry white.
Giggles break the silence.
The spotless snow…
trampled and squeezed,
rolled into a boulder—commissioned to support a body
pierced with two sticks
each limb raised skyward to flag down help.
Nearing completion, the frozen man
tries to ‘keep his head’ in this desperate situation.
There, above the false smile and carrot nose,
two pleading eyes
look for the sun’s redemption
and the day when all things become new.
Thank you for reading my blog this year. I wish you all a happy and healthy 2021. A new year when we finally escape the captivity of the Coronavirus pandemic. In many ways, I am like the snowman in this poem. Held captive by forces beyond my control. I look to Jesus for redemption and the day when we will all be free.