Ice fell from the sky last night,
and tree branches now bear its weight.
We heard them groan and crack in the dark,
gun shots ringing out through the still woods.
In the morning some limbs hang at awkward angles,
the pale flesh of their trunks gaping at us through the leaves.
Above us other branches stretch to the sky,
glittering as the sun adorns each one with a thousand diamonds.
In these icy boughs, beautiful and broken,
I see the weight of sin and
the light that still shines through it, never to be overcome.


About The Author

The Rev. Sarah Puryear is currently a non-parochial priest in the Diocese of Tennessee staying at home with her two young children. She served on the clergy team at St. George’s Episcopal Church in Nashville, Tennessee for seven years and since then has been involved in children’s spiritual formation as a Catechesis of the Good Shepherd catechist. She received her undergraduate degree from Wheaton College (IL) and her MDiv and Anglican Studies Certificate from Duke Divinity School.

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