Waiting on the Lord

On a winter’s Day

White capped sentinels

Thrust into startling blue

The frigid sun slowly slides behind the hills

Casting out weak rays of warmth

That bounce off rocks and trees

The smell of smoke wafts through the trees

And the coldness of the air takes one’s breath away

It is an amazing day

And yet beauty is not just in the eyes

But in the heart and mind of the beholder

And on this day

Joy does not fly

But lies trapped by

Emptiness

And loss

And so not even God’s grandeur

Can lift the heart

And cause the soul to soar

And yet one is told

To wait upon the Lord

And that in the waiting

The resting

Will come an answer

And one will once again

Soar like an eagle

Into that startling blue

And so I wait