Three Hours Dark and Cold

“Now, I know in my experience
that Jesus’ light is stronger
than the biggest darkness.”

Corrie Ten Boom

THREE HOURS DARK AND COLD

heroes’ slight clothes clinging.
cold blows inside-out.
shouts and terror, eyes front.
swoop of red cardinal
daily invites with its melody.
the warmth of hope —
eyes rise above fray.
soul delights in heavenly places.
frostbitten feet
discouraged, anchored
in faith, fly ever northward.
angels all around
reflect each face before God’s crown.

2/22/2021

Based upon story told by Corrie Ten Boom
who survived a concentration camp
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Costales Avatar
February 22, 2021 at 1:19 PM
Frightening experience well written in short lines emphasizes the terror felt by those who lived through it.
Rodrigues Avatar
February 22, 2021 at 3:19 PM
Thank you. Unimaginable.
Cunningham Avatar
February 22, 2021 at 9:50 AM
What a terrifying experience those poor people went through Kim, but so true that his light is brighter than the darkness of evil. Tom
Rodrigues Avatar
February 22, 2021 at 11:29 AM
I can’t imagine and don’t want to. Thanks, Tom.
Buhagiar Avatar
February 22, 2021 at 9:17 AM
I read a story today about an evil man who wanted to shake hands in forgiveness for what he did to her in the camp. At first she didn't want, but as she prayed, she shook his hands. ~~
Rodrigues Avatar
February 22, 2021 at 11:29 AM
Yes, I know that one too! Beauty from ashes!
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