|as seen through my eyes|
I should like to travel down this path
and see what it could be.
I might find the Crow cawing as loud as can be
or the Cardinal claiming his space so bossily.
Perhaps I would find tracks shaped like reindeer hooves to
and I may be persuaded to follow.
Search them out in the cold, crisp air
that bites my breath as it pulls out of me.
I would like to hear the crunch of the snow
echo down this wedding lane
and perhaps pretend I am a
because I am a child at heart
and Jesus is my King.