Winter Remedy

Photo by ChasingHorizonsphotography

A Poem by Alexis Ragan

Wind cuts clear across my ears.

I was cold for years, that is, until

I walked down the street to see

frosted bristles, glistening in their

chill, staring back at me —

suddenly, I started to cry…

Here Jesus was, in the glistening dew,

between the flowing trees,

through the neighboring fences,

and the wintertime breeze,

staring me right in the face.

It’s as if He was whispering,

“Daughter, you know you cannot escape me,

I’ve been here, waiting to greet you home.”

Home? I ask, where is that when you wander?

“Lately,” Christ continues,

“You have been stuck in an avalanche

trekking through tumbling roads.”

I pause to catch the fog of my breath

and reply in a softer voice, “one dose of you

and there’s a fireplace in my soul.”

Fire blazing, crackling wood creates

a reawakening within me, reflecting

in my living room mirrors the flames,

the gospel-raising healing balm of my God.

What else can be said?

You are my antidote to the cold.

You are my winter remedy.