No Matter What
Here, it is cold, white and silent.
Steam from the river crystallizes
and collects on the trees
and the scene could be from yesterday
or a hundred years before.
Soon you will be home,
miles past this bend in the river,
to a place both new and old,
to celebrate a day
both new and old,
a celebration
of hope, of God's promise,
of his care not just for some world
or all mankind,
but for you, his child
whom he loves,
no matter what.
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The picture is of a mill not far from my home in Vermont, just accross the NY border near Greenwich. I gave it the old style photo treatment to get the feeling of age. You can click on it to get a larger version.
Merry Christmas to all my readers. I am humbled that you all take the time to visit here. When I look at the map of where you come from each day, I am reminded that our world is large, but the human spirit knows no boundaries, and that we all share a common heart and common yearnings. Have a blessed holiday, all of you.
Tom
PS - Here is the map from yesterday:

1 comment:
thank you for the 'no matter what' poem. merry christmas, it's been a pleasure visiting you through the year.
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