Cold Early Prayer

Coffee long gone, cup dry-stained, and
Frost etching across these thin-paned portals,
We hear voices, poems clearly ascribed across years.
Three o’clock high, and pain crushes his spirit,
fragile bones dropping him to boyhood lost, and found.
Will the sun bring new day or old?

We pray for those outside, for those alone.
We grab onto those in pain, and those in prisons,
self-made and new-found.
Listen. See.

Hoar frost or soft rime on a cold winter day i...

Hoar frost or soft rime on a cold winter day in Lower Saxony, Germany. Français : Givre ou gelée blanche sur la végétation par une froide journée d’hiver en Basse-Saxe (Allemagne). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

(c) Tom Bolton, 20 January 2013, Milwaukee


About Tom Bolton

I'm a Husband and Dad, an Enterprise Systems Manager at the City of Milwaukee, and a Disciple and Lay Servant at First United Methodist of West Allis. I love working beside young people. As I study the Bible, sometimes I feel moved to work through my understanding by writing poetry. I also am going through a process to discern my calling, and to learn more about Christian Leadership. Sometimes I just feel like writing about something that grabs my attention too.
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