Winter's Death

Bare bark sculpts dull skylines
As the season Falls into
Winter.

Dark light hides nooks
And crannies teem with creatures
Of the night that blends into day.

Bodies wander as souls search
For comfort from the cold hurts
In bottles and pipes;
Jobs and wives -
Created is god
gods are created.

Stinging fingers scar
Scratched faces
Wicked tongues twist
Tattered pages.
Darkness comes out to play
As the Light fades
And warmth escapes from the day.

Winter’s death never lasts long
Turbid storms sing a new song
Gifts of marvellous majesties;
Innocent-white tapestries
Carpet the bland tiles
Frost the bland tastes
Enliven the dead ground
Peace and joy at last found.

Torturous edges smooth over
As trees are lined
With beauty hundreds of times over
And throb in the dead sky.

The inn opens for the night
And invites
All who are weary lay their heads
All who labour rest.

The Keeper readies a fire
Tired twigs burn brightly
In the hope of
New Life as the dayblendsintonight.

The old and lifeless
Energetically erupts
Spontaneously combusts
In the presence of a Saviour.

Life surges outward
As resting turns to working
A new day brings new warmth
To a world gone cold to Truth.

Winter’s death never lasts long. The Christian life is filled with hardship and struggles - periods of intense dullness and brokenness. Yet in our weakness, His strength is made perfect. He gathers us up, like tired and lifeless twigs, joins us together (the Church) and then uses our brokenness as a platform for Light and Life to enter a cold and dark world. We need not fear that our struggles are worthless, rather we must pursue Christ in them and look forward to what He will do through them. We have been made for one reason; to show the world the glory of the grace of God. Let us lay our heads on His pillow of strength and trust that He has us in His unfailing arms.