Friday, January 25, 2008

Evaluting the Past Year on a Cold Winter Night

The winter season returns again,
Hours of solitude to weigh my life.
Its accusing wind cuts straight to the heart
More precisely than a surgeon's knife.

Were my deeds of this year past
Truly selfless and without blame?
Or were they only kindling scraps
To feed the hearth of my ego's flame?

I rummage through the snapshots in my mind
Looking for things of my Lord's desire.
Will I find warmth in His approving smile?
Is there any wood for that fire?

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