The Chill of Winter
by MFrostDelaney

December, with its frosty air
and festive atmosphere
is not a metaphor for where
the senior years bring joy. It’s fear–
Will death prolong with pain
I wonder. Is it far or near?
And have I walked my life to gain
the gift of heaven – peace,
or have my acts brought on distain?
May this travail of tears decease–
evaporate to love,
forgiveness in my heart increase,
so I can know God’s dove
escorting me to Him above.



 

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