February 8, 2015

COLD

Cold  - like 20 below freezing cold -

can be so silent, so sneaky, so tight.

Cold can creep into every stone,

into every bone in my body.

Cold can grab every outside metal

banister – as I stand there freezing.

Cold can stand there with me on the

top step – as I ring the bell – no answer.

Cold eases the cold as I knock, knock

on the sold front door – but nobody’s home.

Cold rushes with me as I rush home

to get inside and rub into a hot radiator.

Cold – I see myself being so cold when

someone wants me – wants me to open up.

Cold – I am too, too cold – I am so non-Samaritan,

when someone stands at my door and knocks.

Cold – it’s so much harder to be a Christian in the

cold, when I want my comfort and my warmth.

© Andy Costello, Reflection by the Bay, 2015