Follow me
Into the winter of sorrow,
the season of aching cold
and the sad cry in the wind.
Follow me empty-handed
into the shadows
of the fierce, fearful world
and make miracles with me.
Be the dream of sunshine
to those who dwell in darkness.
Surprise the hard-bitten, loveless ones
with kindness.
Lift those who cannot walk
and dance them into joy.
Seed the frozen ground with hope.
Gather the sick and dying
into the boat of your love,
 and sail them into the sunrise
of eternal spring.
We can do this.
Follow me.


--Timothy Haut