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 © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2021
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