white out

lost in the heavy fall

of frozen water living

only

when the warmth of wisdom bestowed

by the crown prince melts the white out

and hope flows gently like

spring rains

*

into the arms of the thirsty

the arms of faraway lands

stricken of hope and holiday

downtrodden without homes and homelands

murdered for generations

*

meek and lowly I offer no more than

my empty words

dumb fruit of a fallen heart

*

ill-equipped I go

singing “here am I”

with joints weak and hot

lame from running, broken, toward hope

*

the lost I do not

can not

lead

for I have no map no path no means

unable

unlikely

even untrustworthy

but still

found

willing

for the lost to lead

me

*

His justice and mercy

a shelter reaching

wild and safe

*

and we

even me

hunkered against

emboldened by

the down of His

wings

*

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