Trees shrouded by comforting white
Morning light
Cannot be extinguished
But my soul lingers
In sorrow of the fight
The proper prayer is lost in my mind
For I cannot distinguish
The words
This beautiful moment disguises the fact
That this bitter December
Has been the coldest of my soul
Trying to forgive is the hardest of tasks
The crimes I can't bear to remember
But I offer this prayer to make me whole
Oh God
Please be merciful
Pour down the grace
I do not deserve
And let me live
Again
“In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within
me there lay an invincible summer.” Albert Camus
