Where the Frost Bites and Holds

For all who have had frosty skirmishes for the relationship you must fight for, let today’s prayer lead you to the space where you are found, finding “you.”  Left ambiguously at the end, it may be the “you” of the one you love, the “you” of self discovery, or the “You” of the Lord of Love.  When you get there, you are found, finding love.

Where the Frost Bites and Holds

Frost bites and holds to windows,
and grasps at mornings past those nights before;
Ice bites and breaks the heart,
and freezes a part of those joys with you.

Frozen silence wedges and opens the night
between the laughter and light of those days;
It cuts and rips and tears apart –
unravelling till I’m left alone.

Missing you, I miss myself,
Becoming lonely without you.
And lonely with you.
And even lonely with me.

Reaching for you, I touch the rift
formed where the warmth was stolen
after our breaths were out of fire
and we waited for the cold.

Returning with wraps in our winter
I found you finding me in the space
where the fierceness lost its way
and the frost bites and holds.

Come and hold me now
Where ice crystals turn to gems
in the gap where we were lost
and found, finding You.

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About R.H. (Rusty) Foerger

As I enter the third third of life, I am becoming aware of the role of elders today “to enlarge spiritual vision, being devoted to prayer, living in the face of death, as a living curriculum of the Christian life” (Dr. James M. Houston). I am a life long and life wide learner who seeks to: *decipher the enigma of our worth *rescue from the agony of prayerlessness *integrate spiritual friendship.
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9 Responses to Where the Frost Bites and Holds

  1. petraperkov says:

    Oh, so beautiful! Lovely poem, thanks for sharing. Have a blessed weekend.

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    • I wonder if I should have spoken this out loud with all the subterranean emotions of the “location” of where the frost bites and holds. As it is, each reader must “read” their own emotions into it, to the extent they know the experience of being “held in the gap where one was lost and found.” Thanks for your encouragement. This has been an ongoing pleasure.

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  2. petraperkov says:

    Likewise. And may I add, your comments are as sage as your posts. Already looking forward to the next piece! Bless you:)

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  3. Mikey says:

    It’s almost scary how well this poem describes that post-argument feeling. Thanks, Rusty. Beautiful and helpful.

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    • Thanks. It is not just the feeling of frozen-ness – nor even being lonely without one’s love – it is the shock of feeling alienated (lonely) to oneself that had surprised me. Thank God for a love that cuts through, chips away, or otherwise makes its presence known… as you know.

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  4. Jewels says:

    Wow. Beautiful…

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  6. iamcayenne says:

    Reaching for you..I touch the rift formed….THAT IS WHERE THE COLD IS! Damn! I love your poem….

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