Life like snow is fleeting and beautiful.
Fragile and light to touch, breakable and unforgettable.
Careful when approaching the winter season, biting cold like heartless people.
Gnawing and taking pieces from your soul if you let them.
Everything needs an invite inside.
The pyche is strong, until shattered by insane becomings.
Bound are we to survive unless choose otherwise.
Discordant weather is harsh to the soul if you let it.
Soften your ways and the day isn't hard enough.
Cling to old habits and harden like the frozen morn of winter cold.
Endless choices abound if only have knowledge of unconditional God.
Living God has loving you to help and guide.
Mercy is great and calming to the savage beast.
Jungling and bungling the day is well, knowing that love solves the fight and wins out is the design.
Heather Turner
Categories:
pyche, caregiving, inspirational,
Form: Free verse