A Cold Regret Poem by Delmar Koehn

Twas a cold clear night
And the stars shone bright
As the shadows lurked
Round the snow-drifts white
Icy pinnacles mirroring
The soft moonlight

All is still, but lo!
A great horned owl is on the prowl
In eerie totally silent flight
His eyes seeking out the paths in the snow
Where the field mice squeak and hurriedly go.


Deep, deep in the forest
Is a little wood hut
With a glowing hearth
And a man of Earth
With his head in his hands
And his eyes half shut.


All alone is he, and his heart is sad
When he thinks of what he might have had.
Had he opened his heart to the warmth of love
When it came to him, nor gave it a shove…

I think we'll leave him there, he's fine.
His God is just as big, as mine.
See now? He's sliding off the chair,
And kneeling there in cold regret,
The Breath of God can warm him yet~