In this field I often wonder and wish to make contact with the lone horse in the frozen field. Somehow we are both inextricably frozen on this journey called life.
 
 

A Christmas Day Recall

Crystalline
Heaven
Reflects
Inside
Snowbound
Timeless
Memories
Abiding
Solitude.

Once again I am
The passenger.

Driven so far
Away from the noise,
Yearning only for peace.
I see myself float by
The same glistening white field
I see a cross
The distant silhouette.

(A slow moving landscape in a fast car)

I imagine the frigid wind
Cruelly caressing this One
Mild-mannered horse,
As if frozen in place,
Like some statue,
Standing dark and defiant,
Or just possibly
Willfully waiting,
Looking to me,
Looking at Him.

Ciera S. Louise c. December 04, 2006
rev. May 30, 2008