And For A Moment Poem by Mark Heathcote

I venture into the snow,
Kicking pine needles;
Back over into the sunlight, oh, how I too,
Feel cold and distant inside.
More than you or the wind chimes
Will ever come to know or understand.

It's as if I have a whirlpool inside
When an Acadian door blows open wide
Then enters dressed in white robes
Unfolding his arms, my God,
He is bathing in the minions of souls
He has yet only still partially saved.
Walking and dancing on wild thyme
He wants me to sing, stir, and breathe my icy last with His.

And breathe life back into pine needles.
Oh, how I have ventured into the snow,
Kicking over black muddied pine needles;
And the seasons, how they have changed.
Now I see a brocade of marigolds spilling over
Their cups are filling up with bubbling champagne.

And for a moment
All my pain disappeared for the tiniest littlest while
And as the sun sank west
My smile lank as a bird on a waving branch
Climbed over the mountains
It crossed the frozen rivers I made in my mind.
And for a moment, I felt fine.