Take my Plans, my goals, my life
Trim them, cut them, mold them to You
Let me be weighed down, if it’s your will
Let me break under the weight
The icy weight in its beauty bears witness to the reality of nature, the cold apathy of physics and thermodynamics and precipitation and weather
Big concepts, small metaphor
Big changes
Big cracks, big displacement, big outages, big risks
But the foundation is firm on rock
The other side may try to freeze me in, ice me out
The other side doesn’t win
I will break where I need to
Melt where I must
Bend and sometimes not break
What’s left may not be pretty
May be a small, asymmetrical remnant of the original
But it is me, crafted by the great Author, and it is well, and it is good
Very good.