The yard is a china plate that
shatters as I step on it.
Shards skitter across its surface,
slide into the trunk of a tree.
Word Count: 27
All the One Word Less for Lent 2015 posts are bundled here.
In the stillness (and coldness,
When blizzards roar out of the north
and freezing rain crusts the land.
It’s God’s breath that forms the ice,
it’s God’s breath that turns lakes and rivers solid.
And yes, it’s God who fills clouds with rainwater
and hurls lightning from them every which way.
He puts them through their paces—first this way, then that—
commands them to do what he says all over the world.
Whether for discipline or grace or extravagant love,
he makes sure they make their mark.
~Job 37:10-13 (MSG)