The First Snow

And the first deep cold
This year came
Before the lawn chairs
Were inside
The old brown shed.

The fall leaves
Bright red and yellow
Froze in mats
Unraked and unbagged
Under the thick snow.

The bird bath
Cracked and the hoses
Split from ice
Expanding cruelly
Relentlessly.

Will my clear
Procrastination
Be punished
All winter long or
Will a warm week
Bring forgiveness?

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, November 13, 2013

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About Gordon C. Stewart

I've always liked quiet. And, like most people, I've experienced the world's madness. "Be Still! Departure from Collective Madness" (Wipf and Stock Publishers, Jan. 2017) distills 47 years of experiencing stillness and madness as a campus minister and Presbyterian pastor (IL, WI, NY, OH, and MN), poverty criminal law firm executive director, and social commentator. Our cat Lady Barclay reminds me to calm down and be much more still than I would be without her.

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