Walking on Cold Winter Morning

 WinterDayUpon waking on cold winter morning,
Found myself walking down the white lane,
Breathing in bracing frigid air,
Breathing out the secret unspeakable name of God….
Cold air clarifies far reaches of the calling of this day,
Inhaling the shivering pain that lays against the world,
Exhaling warm compassion from the Spirit world;
What does it take to take the vision deeper—
To expand the gateway as we walk the long white road,
Hearing the call of sacred imagination,
Walking upon the slippery path
But with courage to always dance the dance….

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