Wintry Lane

You will show me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.

Psalm 16:11

It is often I scamper
to a winter wood
to wash my thoughts
of the day. Beneath
the forest crown;
within watchful limbs.

I plunge sure footed
down wood in the lane.
Breathe in the melody
of birds among the trees.
I feel the ease of earth
about my snowy feet. 

Inhale the woodsy
scent of frigid air.
All is enhanced;
‘Tis a taste of
what lies beyond
each winding bend.

Passed the bitter,
beyond the cold heart
lies a lighter path.
One not walked alone,
but with Him who knows,
sees and loves us.

P. Wolf

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