I Feared That Soon the Snow Would Leave
I feared that soon the snow would leave,
As I watched the melting wreaths give way,
To the hand of time, come now to press,
The passing of my holiday...
Where the ghosts of Christmas just now past,
Their laughter and their footsteps sound,
Up stairways, down hallways, of a heart held fast,
To the cherished and loved once gathered round.
Would they be spirits, or fade as ghosts,
Was left to what I cherished most,
The memory of the moments past,
Or the choice of those to come...
But that those times then, could come again,
In times to come, I was remiss...
So instead I clutched the moment's edge,
And soared out into its’ abyss.
The sight of our fathers on chair and couch,
Straining to wake for time to glean,
The moments that pass from this day to that,
With regret for all missed there in between.
My mother, in the kitchen, dutiful making,
Aglow with the love that she was baking,
And the smells of the season, my senses awaking,
Was in the now as real as then.
And I groaned to leap out of my skin,
Go back and bring them here again...
But the hand of time would not repent...
And the moment's choice both came and went.
And as that moment, my clutches slipped,
A still, small voice my conscious nipped,
Through the march of the wall clock’s tick-tocking tick…
With a question, and an answer and a hope…
“If wreaths and voices and laughter gone,
Had stayed to stay that loneliness…
That furls your brow, then tell me now…
How more, their worth, but when they’re missed?”
“And like the bright eyed angels, hurling hands first,
into dreams wrapped up for months concealed,
Will you take hold of the gifts untold
that the coming days reveal?”
My God, I pray to thee I will...
Please fix in us, that hope we will.
So Embrace the fear that the snow will leave,
and when it does you'll fear no more...
And rejoice in the coming day's reprieves ...
and seize their gifts each and every one.
And when your resting day is once more won...
the snow's repose shall once more come...
And the white soft blanket of earth's rebirth,
Shall tuck you into dreams unknown,
And whisper in that silent night,
that all is calm... all is right…
And will whisper to your silent night...
That you are not alone.
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Copyright © Kenneth Kirkpatrick | Year Posted 2014
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