Winter's Ending

After "The Inklings" Square Halo Conference

Words have been hibernating
In my throat, too timid
From this extended winter.

But today I stood among
The Image of God. In fact,
Hundreds of them.

Their warm words ventured
Out of hibernation and
Melted the thick ice.

They were a burning coal
Freeing up my own, awkward
But freely-flowing nevertheless, words.

I stood among the Image of God
And lived to tell this tale—shadows
are fleeing, and Winter will soon end.

...

After "The Inklings" Square Halo Conference
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