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Harold Macdonaldís Christmas Poetry

Harold Macdonald Poetry

An Imperfect Life

 

 

This is My Fatherís World

Harold Macdonald

 

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Harold MacdonaldThis is my Fatherís world

its blizzards and its storms

the icy street, the frozen feet,

the kitchen stove that warms!

This is my Fatherís world

And in it I will praise.

Him I will crown, throughout the town

In all these wintry days.

 

This is my Fatherís world

Beneath the snow it sleeps!

As still as dead, in winterís bed

No rendezvous it keeps.

This is my Fatherís world

He knows my ruddy face

His cold so clean, His spirit, lean

I feel the sting of grace!

 

This is my Fatherís world

it puts me to the test

My little spark lights up the dark

The cheerful fire, my guest.

This is my Fatherís world

My frame, great coats enfold

With skill Iíll last ítil winterís past:

Withstand the bitter cold.

 

This is my Fatherís world

In time there comes the morn

When from its tomb as from the womb

The earth will be reborn!

This is my Fatherís world

It rises over death!

When Easterís here and spring is near

Iíll praise with every breath

 

 

Copyright © Harold Macdonald, Poems from the Eighth Decade