Frigid, Arctic air penetrates the skin like icy tendrils,

Unforgiving, blustery winds seals the cold deep within,

Each bone cries out for relief,

Each joint groans,

Each sinew tightens,

Alone within the confines of its shelter,

Stands a survivor,

Winter spins at an outrageous speed,

Sub zero temperatures are nothing,

Compared to excruciating wind chills,

Still he stands,



Even in darkness of night,

He is protected,

His hope is in another,

Whose giant wings envelope him,

No longer can he survive by his own strength,

He must rely,

On his Creator.


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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3 Responses to COLDER THAN COLD

  1. Okay… NEW FAVE!!!!! Your poem is extraordinary, and I love Paul’s painting! ❤

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