Monday, November 8, 2010

The cold wind

A cold wind blows through the town today
And freezes my heart.
Questions arise,
What am I waiting for?
For my dreams seem unfulfilled
And my heart is heavy.
Hope?
It seems just beyond my reach,
For my time is not yet.
But is coming.
Perplexed that such changes in weather,
effect the very marrow of my being.
Warm days will come
And the sun is shinning today,
But it is cold
And this I do not like.

3 comments:

Carrie Van Horn said...

As they say, "this to shall pass"...it will be warm soon enough, and hope is always there...sometimes we just do not see it yet. Hope you have a good week Joey. :-)

Gail said...

HI JOEY-
Winter is a quiet reflective time -a time to listen intently to nature and the season of change within.
Love you man
Gail
peace.....

Woman in a Window said...

It's funny that you say this, Joey. Just today Robert and I were outside and it was bright and beautiful, but that is not what it is supposed to be this time of year, and so we were off with the day.

Going upstairs to tuck my children in after what has been a good day, I simply felt off. What does it mean, I wondered to myself. How can this be what it is? Where is the real significance? When will it be? My dreams seemed unfulfilled and my heart heavy and for no real reason. Isn't that odd? Perhaps it is just the downward momentum of the wheel, which will surely turn upward soon.

I wish it for you.

xo
erin