The remnants of frosting fog
rest in the valleys
Like patches avoiding the quilt
they try to escape the rising sun
I watch my breath
as it clouds my sight
All is barren and lifeless
As the mist moves
a glistening jewel is revealed
Harsh cold coats a downy feather
frosty crystals sparkling
Courageously facing despair
Softly holding vulnerability
Deeply moving me
[Written for K. K., a new friend]
© Heath Cassidy 2016
Psalm 91:4 (NIV)
“He will cover you with his feathers
and under his wings you will find refuge.”
Tankwa Karoo: an arid, but beautiful region in South Africa
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Hurricane Matthew is breathing down the neck of my state this morning, soon to arrive. As I sip coffee and pray in the calm before the storm, I find this jewel. Thank you for allowing Holy Spirit to use you to confirm His mighty hand of protection. Blessings, brother.
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Thanks for affirming His hand on this poem!
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May you find our Lord’s protection during the storm. Many blessings and prayers from South Africa.
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How beautiful!
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Hi Ruth! My apologies for not replying to your comment sooner. THANK YOU… I have been ‘offline’ for quite a while now, struggling a bit with life. But, I will upload some new material soon!
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