February 2011
This is my winter and my discontent.
I am cold outside and in.
My depression falls on me like an old wool blanket…
…too itchy, too warm, too familiar.
I want to move but I am overwhelmed.
My brain lies dormant while my body hibernates.
My soul is weary, but my spirit waits
for a sunny, sweet-smelling spring
to come and save me again… O, God.
There’s still ice on the window ledge
And snow on the ground.
But if I seek, I find
And he is who I’ve found.
There’s a sweetness I can taste.
There’s a fragrance I can smell.
There’s a power in my prayer,
Dear God, help me be well.
Sometimes the sun shines extra bright.
Sometimes I hear a bird.
My spring is in your promise.
My strength is in your Word.
