The Thin Time

Mid-December is thin….
Branches of trees deformed by snow
Too early fallen in the year.
Limbs are bent and broken
Even before cold winter winds appear.
Grey shadows lengthen in the finished year.
 
Preparing for the dark time of existence,
Spirit is tested, every loss contracting….
I pay no heed to the babbling brook,
Its voice deceiving, as soon the icy silence
Will embrace and stop whatever weeping,
Stop the seeping under frozen ground,
Dark moods and white snowcaps. 

Distance between Earth and Heaven
Shrinks to a faint glow within the heart.
When I breathe in, I breathe in peace.
When I breathe out, I breathe out love.
What seems divine and impossible
Slowly, suddenly, reaches out….
I live again, this day, however fleetingly,
Surrounded…. in a thin, thin place.

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