Laura Lynn Gatzow
Like Breath on Wintry Nights
For Howard
Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.
--Hebrews 11:1
Like breath on wintry nights, our souls will pass.
Ethereal wisps—a halyard loosed, espied--
divided from our bodies, free at last.
Snow falls, each glorious flake with facets cast
by grand Designer’s hand, then laid aside.
Like breath on wintry nights, our souls will pass.
Such glimpses into Heaven’s sweet forecast
are all we need to know. We will abide,
divided from our bodies, free at last.
Just look at midnight sky and morn—how blessed
we are the sun declares, each moon confides:
like breath on wintry nights, our souls will pass.
We have a promise sure and more steadfast
than lilies clothed in glory He provides--
divided from our bodies, free at last.
“Will we, when Winter comes, feel Heaven’s vast,
eternal light, her warm embrace?” he sighed.
Like breath on wintry nights, his soul has passed,
divided from his body, free at last.
For Howard
Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.
--Hebrews 11:1
Like breath on wintry nights, our souls will pass.
Ethereal wisps—a halyard loosed, espied--
divided from our bodies, free at last.
Snow falls, each glorious flake with facets cast
by grand Designer’s hand, then laid aside.
Like breath on wintry nights, our souls will pass.
Such glimpses into Heaven’s sweet forecast
are all we need to know. We will abide,
divided from our bodies, free at last.
Just look at midnight sky and morn—how blessed
we are the sun declares, each moon confides:
like breath on wintry nights, our souls will pass.
We have a promise sure and more steadfast
than lilies clothed in glory He provides--
divided from our bodies, free at last.
“Will we, when Winter comes, feel Heaven’s vast,
eternal light, her warm embrace?” he sighed.
Like breath on wintry nights, his soul has passed,
divided from his body, free at last.