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Winter Storm Oh, keeper of this frozen earth With blowing crystal veils of white, I beg thee for safe passage through This bitter cold December night. I press against the piercing wind. Its arrows true, sure to find Their way through coat and scarf-clad shield, Then swirl around to keep me blind. Sculpted drifts, like ocean waves, Swell just beyond, to capture me. But I find refuge, as if on the shore, Beyond the reaches of this sea. My destination, now clear to me, With determined mind and will to bear The final stretch, for then I�ll know The comfort felt from answered prayer. Douglas Fletcher 1/22/03 |
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