Ten below

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                     Morning walk Ten below

Though minus 23 Celsius sounds better

Even brief exposure hurts My nose, thumbs and knees notice

The frozen brook clicks Bubbles move under the ice

Vapor rises from the sun-touched ice warmer than the air

Silence is sharpened The sun points its narrow finger at me

Beneath my layers is warmth from that narrow finger

Beneath my layers I am earth I am sun

Sparrows chatter in a bare tree Even the bareness is beauty

Even my nose praises Even the shadows praise

+ Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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