A Bleak and Lonely Midwinter Landscape

your delicate softness masks the bitter wind
and amber glows on your icy countenance
the frigid fingers of your caress warms me
as i dwell on the beauty of your substance

i see the night fall on the driven visage
of your bleak and lonely midwinter landscape
and the beauty of the stillness i behold
gives me hope that i too might find escape

for this world sometimes overwhelms me
with the constant struggle to get somewhere
and i get lost in the chaos of its institutions
feeling lost, alone and without the will to care

but moments like these as i look on beauty
stirs the inner depths of my disquieted soul
and in that place of discontented heartache
i am calmed, encouraged and made whole
– 1/11/10 – 44

Winter Is Indeed a Harsh Mistress

Well, I’m well and truly tired of driving now. I covered about 2000+ miles between Sat and Mon. The trip down to Dallas with Jon was pretty crazy, occasionally harrowing and for the most part very very long. ;)

But I’m home now, and I’m in need of a roommate. Applicants can contact me via email. ;)

Jon is unpacked and ready to start the spring semester at the University of Dallas. I have the whole apartment to myself. I think I shall throw a party, so expect invitations in the mail sometime soon.

Addendum: Because it sounds confusing on a second reading, I’m not throwing the party cause Jon is gone and I’m happy about it, but because the apartment feels so empty with him not there that I feel compelled to come up with ways to fill it up.

Devotions

On a mid winters eve
  In a small country town
My thoughts drift and float
  As my eyes fluttered down
And I listen while I sit
  To the soft gentle sound
Of my fathers rich voice
  While he’s reading out loud
From the Bible thats sheltered
  And compassed around
The life of my family
  In this small country town 

The Christmas Season

When skies are gray and evening falls
And all around you winter calls
Its time to rest and to retreat
From the pace of the city street

Take to your houses one and all
Gather round with children small
And share the warmth of winters love
Wrapped in a blanket from above

This is why I love Christmas day
The gifts of joy and time to play
And time to pause and to remember
when Jesus came that cold December