The lights are dimmed.
The air is chilled.
The snow is soft and crunchy.
So why is there no candles?
Why am I deserted?
Why do I hunger in the night
I cry in the evening,
And in the morning I am left alone,
Yet not alone
For someone still speaks.
A friend's rebuke alerts me to the day.

Today is the day of salvation
A day of joy and celebration.
God will help, as he has promised.
He knows he has been missed.
I confess my sin and cry out for pardon.
"How blessed is he who knows he is forgiven."
I cling to his Word;
his voice calls me back from taking Naboth's vineyard.

I wait each day to find strength,
Now I must rise against the fog and warm my heart by running.
I will be carried along to my destination.
The driver will stop.
And I will settle in to be with the Lord
at the back of the crowd.
Waiting for an open door to speak of love restored.
Work awaits, I must only do it.
Lord help me pick apart the feast,
Eating the meat and the bread.
Drinking the milk.
Sharing the vineyard's harvest
Eating the fat-things
I have been blessed at last.
And if we are blessed with God's love,
we need not fear His wrath.
For wrath is merely the consequence
of ultimately rejecting His offer of love.