The seasonal truth
is that we who have known cold—
known that deep chill in our very bones
will feel warmth soaking in again—
permeating our being,
until we, in the heat,
perhaps even long for a quick shiver.
The experiential truth though,
is that we who have known the cold
that chills our depths—
that freezes our sense of being connected
and hollows the soul,
we pray for warmth to permeate us
that parts of us will remain frozen evermore—
that there is no fullness that can completely
take away our hollowness.
We fear, that as warm as it gets—
as warm as we might even get,
we will carry with us,
a shard of ice,
as it were,
piercing our being.
Love us in and through our fear, God,
as one pierced
and yet full.