The things we bring down and burn out without knowing the cost. Then there are those who know the price but think things will work out…not realizing the expense of acceptance. Did they ever know the worth? Judge me not.

A rough winter snows wisdom. We try once more to bear it because we love the warmth of the fire. Surviving strengthens one evermore. It holds us ransom. Angels sing.

I love this poem. I’m there seeing it, feeling it, knowing that fragile trading and what was/is truly given. God spoke.

Author’s Note: For the breadth of my years, I am a servant at the altar of writing in the dark….. The words come and I let them. ❤