"Arctic Cold"
The Snowstorm
is coming
The Wind Bites
Viciously like burning
oil that freezes the
bodies of all
who are not
safely nestled
inside warm dens
and homes
with heat.
The Snowstorm
Is Coming
It is 3 Oclock
In the morning
i am wearing
my slippers
blanket around
my shoulders,
candle in a lantern
hair in a loose
poofy frazzled
soft bun
that cascades
down my cheeks
I love you, God
My Heart is with those
who are out in this
terrible Arctic Cold
with Spring at
the doorstep of
March it seems odd
to me that thee should
want to blow my seeds
i have sown, of flowers
to grow and bloom
the very day
i sowed them, this
Arctic Cold
Blew In
From The North.
Ah Lord!
 How Comfortable
I am now, yet
how near to homelessness
i face if my family
did not support
me financially, i would be
dying
freezing to death
in this bitter
burning Arctic Cold.
Godspeed, Sprintime!
Bring Cherry Blossoms
Bring apple and pear trees
into exuberant bloom
so that, i ever i am
homeless i will have
a hundred or so days
of warm balmy Spring
To Wander Alone
The Face Of Thy
Money-Driven
Earth.  Lord,  Why?
Why this Cold?
Why?
And Why is, the world
all money driven
and why do i have none
of this money that is so
dearly needed and why
cannot i aquire it?
Why, Lord?
Why?
--Still, I am Simply
Grateful and thanking God
That Neither I Nor
None of MY Known
Loved Ones Is Out
In This Bitter
Arctic Cold.
Snowstorm is Coming.
Praise The Lord!
Hallelujah!
In JEsus' Name,
 Amen