Letting heaven wait

November 22, 2017

On mornings like this
I wonder if
the strait and narrow
is also frosted and winding–

each blade of grass
and every weed
set with thousands
of tiny facets of ice
sparkling in the early light

the Tree of Life bare and dormant,
no evidence left of things unseen,
giving faith and hope
the substance
of a break–

a chance to notice
the simple
glittering
killing
beauty of the path.

The fruit has all winter
to sleep.

Let it.

2 Comments

  1. Reply

    Catherine A.

    November 23, 2017

    Stunning Melissa. As always. I want to walk that path with you. In all its barrenness. Your use of Hebrews 11:1 – masterful. Love you.

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      Melissa Y

      November 24, 2017

      Oh gosh, you made me cry.

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