A Chilled Bark:

The raging tides were motionless,
The crashing waves were beyond still,
The sun shimmied through the clouds,
And the trees sat patiently on the hill,

The sun sparkled off the river,
Bending through time without a sound,
Every touch was warm,
Which in turn melted the very ground,

The trees stood pat,
Unwanting any fowl play,
Was as stubborn as a mule,
And hard as clay,

The river flowed peacefully,
Did so without a whimper,
Took every moment in stride,
Every pain soon became a whisper,

I sat there quietly,
Back against the frosty tree,
Imagining a world without pain,
But no one would sit next to me,

My back chilled mightily,
But my heart soft,
I sat there still,
My mind was aloft,

I heard a faint sounds behind me,
A branch cracked under Their mighty weight,
Yet I didn't see a soul,
Which I thought I couldn't see straight,

The Man invisible to my eyes,
Yet I felt Him near,
His comfort was real,
And His voice I soon began to hear,

My mission wasn't done,
My end was written afar,
I felt the burden lifted greatly,
Which was much heavier than tar,

My mind cracked the ice,
And I followed the sun led river,
The sun heated my chilled face,
Which I knew then that He'd soon deliver.