Getting through Winter

We should have hibernated, like the bears
in caves of snow, or headed south like birds
or buffalo. They used to move in herds
a million strong. We could have left our cares
behind. Instead, we bitched about the cold,
bickered over who would get to sleep
in, mornings. Oh, the dark was long and deep
and you and I, I think we're getting old.

When earthquake struck, the mountain's bones were riven.
Where lightning fell, a living tree was split
but hold on to the promise God has given:
beyond the mountains, there's an end to pain.
So meet me at the river, love. We'll hit
the road together in the midnight rain.

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