Hiking in the Rocky Mountains

Stabbing cold

Alpine whiteout

Hopelessly lost

Back to wind

Only way to breathe

Eyes frosted shut

Limbs, extremities numb


Courage awakens

With a glimpse

Perhaps a mirage

A cabin

Wooden empty

Snowbound roof

Just enough space 

To squeeze through

A paneless window 

Onto a hard wood floor

Still cold

Still freezing



At least out of

The wind with

Its killing knife

A fireplace

Wood and Yule

Tiny smoldering wick

No flame until

Unseen hands

Cup round,

Unseen breath

Breathes a

Flicker, now a

Spark, now a

Flame to light

Kindling, log, and 

Yule into




Warmth of

Love that

Refuses to 

Quench a

Smoking flax 

About Dr. Larry Taylor

Radical Anabaptist, Jesus Freak, Red Letter Christian, sailor, thinker, spiritual director, life coach, pastor, teacher, chaplain, counselor, writer, husband, father, grandfather, dog-sitter

Posted on April 24, 2020, in anabaptist, Bible, Bible Teaching, Christianity, creation, Jesus, Kingdom Life, kingdom of God, parables, Peace Shalom Hesed, Poetry, The Cross, Worship. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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