In winter the steep lane
is often icy
one in four, and today
it brings me
to my hands and
absurd under trees
tall as the sky
a mile or two to go
I crawl for a while
to my feet but stay low,
young old man
I stop at a dry
stone wall then step
to a field
that might be snow
nothing to do
but keep going
~Peter Sansom “In Winter the Steep Lane”
When faced with navigating an icy path ahead of me, I am rendered helpless. An icy path on a slope is even more intimidating.
Our farm is located on a hill, which is wonderful 50+ weeks out of the year, but in winter during arctic wind flow days, plus rain or sleet, it becomes a skating rink on an incline. Even the best traction devices won’t keep me on my feet.
I’m thankful my husband has much better balance than I do, but even the last ice storm was even too much for him. We don’t have much choice but to slide and crawl to our barnyard destination to complete our chores. It is exceedingly humbling to be brought to our knees, but that has always been the best position for sorely needed prayer and petition.
We pray to keep our aging bones intact.
We pray to keep our backs and noggins functional.
We pray for the thaw to come soon.
Despite an unsure landing for each footstep, there is nothing to do but keep going.
So we do.
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