Feeling

I sit on the front steps

and feel grief in the dry wind

Coyotes howling

sing my heart's song

locked in long

Remnants of rain drip off the roof

the rhythm of my fear

that life is cold and meaningless

and friends all disappear

Cold night air

washes sweet

over life unfair

I look out at

Woods covered in mist

and know Christ

covers grief with His quilt

tear-stained cheeks and doubt

of a still night

in the blanket of his tears

and I am comforted.