the bleak, bitter world

Outside, the bleakness awaits. The caustic air. The barren trees. These white flakes escape from the heavens. I’m suffocating.

Within me, the bleakness continues. God, why must I find the sun, only to find white mass piled high on the frozen earth? Why does the world abandon your Child?

I am the fruitful tree standing amidst all of those barren. I patiently wait, praying, hoping. I sense the pain, the hopelessness, the fear, the need for reconciliation. But I cannot maintain. I cannot stand against this bitter cold when I cannot find the sun. I’m losing all power to survive. Save me O Father. Hear my cries and send me the sun. Find me; I need You.