Winter Melting

The ground beneath our feet is melting away,
Into mountain streams that trickle and bubble fiercely
with noises remembered before the ice's day

We have built on this icy shelf for hundreds of moments,
Icy winds from warmest ovens cooled rivers of blood
on Bartholamew's day. Thirty years of burning zeal gave way
to long winter's night and day's shortened light.

We learnt to fashion clothes and homes that held their heat,
against outside tundra we learnt to live and build cities
on this permafrosted soil.

But today the bell has been ringing and ice melting,
From mountain's streams have brought flowers to grow,
and outside is warm enough to stroll.

The water is ruining our floors and photos,
Some have slipped into ocean even now,
We seem caught in middle thaw's strange world

Where the old is sure but shaking,
and the new full of fear but playful,
We live betwixt and between times.

As ices melt, frozen bodies float upwards,
Suffocated blue waiting for warmer moments,
When they could swim into deep blues.

We can choose to sink or swim,
find snorkel and dive deep,
or stay with sinking glacial melts.

Where will we find forsaken Jew,
on earth or land or sea?
This no-body truly knows,
but huddled together in thawing world,
look up and brightest northern light maybe to see,
this advent God's gift will give gills to me.