John Groenewald Poet Free verse

Feeling cold

Feeling cold, 
Cold inside,
Like a winters wind,
Blowing ice. 
Longing for warmth
Desperate for hope 
Needing Christ
These wounds are 
Deep

…This heart…
incomplete 

A Winters chill,
in the dead of summer 
Walking a path 
Lonely as it may be 
Needing Christ 
Dim as it may be

From a distance 

Like the sun rises 
In the morning 
Melts all that is frozen 
Brings forth the lost and broken 
So too
My soul yearns
for Thee
Lord where art thou

Staring into the 
Void at home
Lost to the day’s
Resting in all of the 
Emptiness 
that resides
Within thy self

Felling cold 
Cold inside
Pushed aside 
Hope fade
So do thee

From a distance 

Like the sun rises 
In the morning 
Melts all that is frozen 
Brings forth the lost and broken 
So too
My soul yearns
for Thee
Lord there art thou

Standing at the door 
Looking inside the room
Your home feels warm
Comfort seem to fill 
The aching hearts
Still staring through the window 
With Discomfort on full display 

But if they ask
My heart unsure
Hesitation will arise from the storm
Inside
Pulling me aside 
The only hope
About to pass me by 
…Time to step aside…

A Tainted spirit 
With Uncertainty
No choice but to walk away
All The voices cries from within
Hold on
Turn and see

Is it true 
Lord,
Lord, 
Have thy come
Is this warmth real 
Or undone 
Hope fades 
Within me 
Walk down this path 
So familiar to me
Only….

To turn and ask
Lord why have thy…
come for me?

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Alison A Smith September 23, 2026 at 3:11 AM A deeply moving free-verse meditation on spiritual desolation and the fragile possibility of grace. The recurring cold-and-warmth imagery gives the poem a compelling emotional structure: winter within summer, distance within longing, and a door or window separating the speaker from comfort. The repetitions—especially “Feeling cold / Cold inside” and “From a distance”—create a prayer-like refrain, reinforcing the speaker’s circling uncertainty and yearning for Christ. The final question, “Lord why have thy… / come for me?” is especially poignant: it turns doubt into astonishment, allowing the poem to end in a quiet, vulnerable encounter with hope.