In a Bronx Ice Forest
I walk in a magical garden
Immersed in God’s icy miracle
Jeweled icicles dangle from branches
Like frosty Faberge surprises
Star flies beam up to crystal forests
Dancing dizzily in
Frozen fringe frolics on ev’ry twig
Each tree has become a star catcher
What secrets sleep in silvered silence?
What wonders await in wintry webs?
Out of pain filled snow shadowed darkness
God gifts us with graced growth
© E.M. Ramos 3/1996
Psalm 147: 12-20
Jerusalem, give glory!
Praise God with song, O Zion!
For the Lord strengthens your gates guarding your children within.
The Lord fills your land with peace, giving you golden wheat.
God speaks to the earth, the word speeds forth.
The Lord sends heavy snow and scatters frost like ashes.
The Lord hurls chunks of hail.
Who can stand such cold?
God speaks, the ice melts;
God breathes, the streams flow.
Prayer of the Season
Shall we praise you, hail-hurling God, in winter’s splendor,
in the grace of snow that covers with brightness
and reshapes both your creation and ours?
Or shall we curse the fierce cold
that punishes homeless people and shortens tempers?
Blessed are you in the earth’s tilt and course.
Blessed are you in the sleep of winter
and in the oncoming Lenten spring.
Now and then and always, fill these lands with peace.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
The unending snow and winter weather led me to search for my old winter prayers and poems. They help cheer me up when I am snowbound, which seems to be every few days….
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Winter always inspires me. Walking in the cold, snowy, quiet Garden, I see a lonely bench. Such a lovely sight. And a poem comes.
What use a bench
alone in snow?
For long ago remindings?
Or far off summer yearnings?
Yet, to be is but a dream.
Ago, a faded mem’ry.
How serves this bench
in here right now?
To place its emptiness
near my crowded deep down dark.
Then sit awhile
and leave some stuff
upon its seat.
To rise again
in lovely light
upon my way.
© E.M. Ramos 1/11/2011