between the frozen zone
and the warmth in here
the peace of what I know
and the thin, brittle ice
In this season of grays
life pauses to catch its breath
yet in hibernation
a new thing
snuggles in
takes hold
nourished, protected.
A seed planted, unseen
beneath the drifts of snow
Peace, be still
says He
as every fibre aches
to stretch, expand
break out
the small place
secure, but also stifling
wings batter restraining walls.
Winter can appear
indeed endless
here
in the land called
True North
months more ahead.
I am caught in the space
between the frozen zone
and the warmth in here
the peace of what I know
and the thin, brittle ice.
Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace, be still!” And the wind ceased and there was a great calm. Mark 4:39 NKJV
Linking today to the carnival at Peter Pollock's where we're talking about winter
and One Stop Poetry where we're sharing our One Shots
19 comments:
That space... I know where it is! :-) Great poem!
Yep, I understand this feeling very well. The saddest thing is when I forget I'm in His warmth and all I can focus on is the outside cold and ice. I'm thankful for His love and grace that surrounds me. Thanks Karin.
Caught, yet always the hope, because the seed will grow. Good poem.
Beautifully caught in that warm protected space
thanks for sharing with One Shot
smiles from the Moon
'life pauses to catch it's breath' - lovely beautiful poem :)
stay warm because of who is with you to keep that thin brittle ice at bay...smiles. nice one shot...
Beautiful...
I know that space as well ...
I like what you said about being caught between the frozen zone (uncertainty) And the warmth in here (your heart) The peace of what I know (your faith)
Your words are always so moving that they make me wish that *I* could write poetry like this, too. But, alas, I cannot. So I'll just continue to enjoy yours. Thanks!
Beautiful.
Really beautiful, tender-- swells our gratitude factor--xxxj
I could really relate to this. I liked the idea of the space between--yes I reside there often in the winter, esp. on 'snow days' (I'm a teacher).
well done.
we can still be growing within our rest and peace, yet, we do not see it. it is covered in white.
Your poetry is stunning. I loved the "spaces". :) I've been there!
So beautiful. Thank you. A great reminder of the hope that lies in wait, even when we can't see it.
Great poem! I hope you're resting in that still, silent, hopefull place now. :)
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I know all about the space between. A tough place to be. Lovely post!
Nice, light-touch, good-flow, non-politicized work.
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