A snow covers the walk on which I tread,
my feet grow numb to rise and fall beneath
this wet and seeping cold in which I’m lead,
to take another step up to my bed.

There I will rest and surely feel your heat —
but not today. These clouds remain for now
and I will move and move until we meet
even when I can barely feel my feet.

About this poem

The life of discipleship cannot be based on feeling. Emotional experiences are not in themselves bad or necessarily unhelpful, but they cannot be the basis for faith. Faith is founded in God, what God has done, what God has said. We follow in obedience to the Word of God — not in obedience to our current emotional state. Even when we feel emotionally numb, we continue to follow the call.