The Cost of Knowing
One of my favourites. With inspiration from Psalm 39.
The Cost of Knowing
Still the winter wind is blowing,
And still, these barren branches writhe
Like shadows upon a pale sky—knowing,
Their crown is
Lost.
Though autumn is long away,
Still they sway:
Their grief not going,
Not healing but growing,
Amid dying
Light.
Do they know of spring?
Do they dream of it beneath distant stars glowing?
What is the cost of knowing?
‘Oh LORD;
show them how fleeting
they are,
that they may live—
for, they are but a breath,
among winter winds,
still blowing.’
© Michael C Johnson