By Ben Swift 2017

Cold

Lifeless icy world

A bleak existence

Absence of blue sky

Where has the sun hidden itself

Has creation fully emerged

Inside a workshop we build from scrap

An attempt to create life yet unseen

An attempt to relate to something of worth

Where it cannot be found existing

It may be assembled

But not as nature would have it

So the cloud continues

It suffocates any attempt

Any chance to connect to the hidden world

That will only show its head

As the new world

In a new season

In Christ