Winter 2010b

iii A wiley post this early freeze fast makes Making hard the sugarcane, shedding bright flakes That covers the city, rivers, streets, and trees The jet streams cold and meandering breeze, Wasaburo's joy make us know our frail Powers limit, we're stranded in its gale. Tween shifts of spheres, "We are coming soon, Convenient theories of the moon Holds not with planned expectations" we weep While gnawing to the bone these zephyrs seep Crude power deserts us, the white ruin Of farmers, changes the cold cashier's tune. Lord, in time more subtle changes I see Dreams wilt in time, now comes eternity. iv It is more than a sizzling globe's convictions: Weather changes and earth's rotations. My soul looks up steadfast in sweet faith The changes are openings of heaven's gate And some who keeps a homeless vigil stirs Barren of bed, false friendships, and dead furs Leave us cankered of feelings, blurred of trust We stagger on through whiffs of whitening gust To find our berth that drives us daily here Harassed and haggled denouncing despair Lost is Christ control of the moral lust O, flaking, worn, weary, the brittle crust Void, no seed grows here, barren our cold heart Empty this winter scape, earth falls apart.