A poem inspired by chilly weather.
(Image description: A photo of footprints in snow. The sun shines through trees and casts their shadows on the snow.) Credit: Photo by Isaac Mehegan on Unsplash
Sacred Time in Winter
The delicate tinkling of icy rain
upon the roof, like faint bells,
announces Your approach.
In the thick of winter,
hours crawl by,
as long shadows in the cold.
Nestling in blankets and seeking
relief in warm drink and food
are holy rituals, like a pilgrimage inward.
The sun is a teasing candle,
dipping in and out of clouds,
as a sign of returning warmth.
Joy alights with each of Your steps,
the rays brightening Your trek
from the Otherworld.
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