POEM: These Snowdrifts of Our Lives
These Snowdrifts of Our Lives
by Ryan Moore
Today I walked above an arid valley weeping
For a woman I do not know.
Yesterday I crossed the highest pass
The one between who I think I should be
And who I am.
(I came down jubilant)
Years ago I fell under the spell of a love
Which has no measure,
That harkens the coming spring
Even in the midst of winter.
Someday the sky will roll back
And we'll all finally know
Why we had to walk through these snowdrifts of our lives.
(our bare legs shaking as we went)
Even now with the good brown earth beneath me
And the endless white mountains before me
I am found by an alive kind of grace
That soothes in the most wonderful kind of way
Even as it burns with its holy heat