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For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor present things, nor future things, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 8:38-39)

A Harsh Winter Splendour

Last updated on February 10, 2020

Ravenous Ravens soar

searching for

crumbling carcasses.

Black and bold

against blue skies

their crude cries

unsilence this frigid forest.


As my skis slice soft snow

I remember leaf-laden maples

holding whistling warblers

in a summer breeze,

frozen statues now

silent in a sea of snow

their brittle bony branches

cracking in the bitter wind.


Gliding through a sloping bend

I think of how the One who

shaped this harsh winter splendour

is carrying it all to an end.

He is joy filling the air,

my soul awaiting

with towering trees and soaring ravens

the dawn of a new creation.


Rod Minns
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