Cold Comfort... - Poem by Denis Martindale
Cold icicles like fingers point,
To turn my heart to stone,
With every ache that's in each joint
To grant my soul to moan...
But I hold fast to each new day,
Each dark night chased by dawn,
Each morning when I choose to pray,
No thought to feel forlorn...
For seven months of tortures run,
Like those endured before,
Till finally the Winter's done
And I warm up once more...
For I know well two hundred times
When chills cling to my heart,
Depriving me of warmer climes,
Till God bids these depart...
So, please, don't think my faith proves weak,
Tenacity holds on
And though I know that things look bleak,
I'll bear this till it's gone...
For life proves precious to my soul,
Enough, like Scrooge, to save
Each pound and penny I control,
The heating bills to waive...
For when Spring comes, I'll send my gift
To aid some charity,
To help the souls that need a lift,
To be all they can be...
My sacrifices year by year
Help blankets to be shared,
God's love through Christian Aid's made clear
That through me, He still cared...
Like Jesus in the wilderness,
I tremble with the cold,
Kept warm inside with thoughts that bless
When God would use my gold...
Each week to save a pound or two,
Each month that money's mine,
Till, all at once, the Winter's through,
Then I donate online...
Denis Martindale, copyright February 2016.
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