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 currently stays at home with her two children. Most recently she has served associate rector and priest associate at St. George’s Episcopal Church in Nashville, Tennessee. She received her undergraduate degree in English and ancient languages from Wheaton College and her MDiv from Duke Divinity School in 2008. She loves reading fiction, traveling, and spending time with her husband, Dan, and their two children.

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