Under My Words

Under My Words

Under the layers of my competence lies my shivering.

Deeper still is my shriveled self, frozen in time…and maybe space

I long for a melting away of coldness.

I long for the dawning of spring, the promise of summer and the inviting embrace of my life again

I long and I wait… beneath the down comforter and soft blankets and I remember.

I remember  the warming tenderness of my Savior’s arms,

And I thaw into being once again.

Anne

February 15, 2022