young one,
who fixates on the gray,
on the frozen track treads,
on the broken ice,
elevate your sight from
the ground on which you tread,
and take trust that your feet
will feel
the rooted gnarls
and give you time
to look
to breathe
to exist--
beyond this plane,
lies magnificence in the
cathedral which God knit together,
each offshoot superseding the past,
each layer pushing off from what it knows,
grasping towards precious rain
and sun and sky!
Do not mistake the
depleted colours
for lacking life,
but treading carefully towards it.