Poetry for the Frozen Soul: Thawing the Human Spirit
PRAYERS FROM THE HEART OF WINTER
Heart, where are you
Grief, buried deep
Sisters, hear me.
Return, return, return, return
Can I seek the balm within myself
Forgiveness for the rushed release
Forgiveness for the men who push too hard, too fast
Forgiveness for the emotions and vulnerability
buried deep in the snow.
What does it take to thaw the human spirit?
How can we wake up in warmth, in
and soft touches
With the strength of the Earth
in my bones
How can the women be strong enough
to soften the men?
How can the trees be warm enough
to withstand the winter?
How can we see through the storm?
I call on the fire
The tiny, burning flame
Flickering on the altar
Wavering in my heart.
Cast your soft warmth
around the frozen cavity
in my chest.
May I curl up in your glow for a while
and wake up at your hearth.
And may the children gather near
To kindle the flames of joy
And write the story
of a new dawn.
And it will come
And I will be stronger
Nourished by all that I held close;
By the mysterious flickerings of soul
That I may only hear
in the Heart of Winter.