This morning, a layer of ice over it all

And yet, there have been not been calls

To help to remove the ice from the edge

Of a heart filled with love, but not blessed



- At the moment, by the continual touch

Of another, which means so very much

To well-being, for it uplifts the true soul

And, with its fullness, spirits soar and roll



But a warmth will come, to remove the ice

And as it happens, water will run, enticed

By the blood which will then boil up inside

As heart beats to a steady rhythm, and glides



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

7:50am Friday, Feb. 6th, 1998