Frigid winter is my torment; I shall not want. I lie wrapped in a cocoon of a comforter’s warmth, a sleeping cat lays still beside me. Frigid gnaws at my shivering soul. He lures me outside in evil deceit for a frozen winter’s sake. I trudge through drifts of plow’s leavings, and fear the ice underneath, for there is no one with me to right a body when it falls. Frigid cannot comfort me where I lie. Winter prepares arrival … Continue reading A Winter’s PsalmRead more
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