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Winter is coming
and we are ready—our
hearts are warm and our
spirits burn— with hope’s flame.
We’re ready to shovel away
the snow of discontentment with
sheltering enveloping arms of faith.
As we spring into
the coming inevitable
promised summer, we
will bathe beautifully black.
Under the rising sun
at the horizon, we remain
ready to defeat the oppressive
forces seeking to weather us out:
The daily rising sun never questions
its inevitable return, neither do we doubt
our inevitable weathering onward to glory.
So, come on forecast winter forces—
do your thing with your teasing quixotic
beauty; for fueled from the healing cistern
of grace, we will most definitely be doing ours.
