winter people….

Every picture of the saints shows grief.

Some may read the looks on their faces as anger or seriousness…I see sadness everywhere I look. I see grief. I see the deep grief of the world on their shoulders. I don’t only see it, I recognize it in me. It reaches out of the icons and into me, hands pulling hard on my heart. I can feel this, visceral and vibrant. I worry that my heart might break free of my ribcage at times.

I know this deep sad and in a way I’ve always loved it in me. I tell people that I think there are some of us who carry the weight of the world on our shoulders. I call us, Winter People.  I wrote a song along these lines a couple of years ago and a short essay before that…perhaps there will be a poem one day, I don’t know.  The song isn’t recorded at all but it feels right to put the lyrics here today:

We both know there’s always heavy somewhere

But we carry on

And  yes, this is the wonder-


Feel the deep dark hurt of the soul

And the wide truth

Of mirrors in our skin

Pack it up tight

a bundle on our backs

Walk a dirt road, careful not to wander


We both know it’s always winter somewhere

But we carry on, we are winter people

Feel the deep dark hurt of the world

And the wide truth

Of mirrors in our skin

Pack it all tight

a bundle on our backs

Move along real slow, careful not to let go


You’re the quiet voice in the back of my head

Offers up, a simple cup because

we both know

There’s always thirsty somewhere

But we carry on

And yes, this is the wonder-


Feel the deep dark thirst of the world

And the wide truth

Of mirrors in our skin

Pack it up tight

A bundle on our backs

Walk the long road, we are winter people

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