Winter Sky

 

The sky is blue

as if Good News is waiting for me

It should be a clue

that God’s promise has different color

than my heart bears

 

Down here

I look up the bright sky

with my hands and feet in dirt

 

Why did I have doubt

that tomorrow follows today

and Spring chases Winter?

Ah! The cool breeze

cracks the hard shell of my heart.

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