HALF A MITTEN

HALF A MITTEN
By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

Cold.
Raw.
Windy.
Below zero.
Northern Minnesota.
Dead of winter.
Two sisters bundled up.
Playing,
Laughing,
Moving,
Sticks for snowman.
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Father splitting wood.
Sweating.
Heaving.
Swinging.

Blow after blow.
Logs split.
Lying.
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Little Beth.
Moving closer.
Thinking …
Sticks for snowman.
Almost reachable.
Eyes on wood block.
Curious wonder.
Four year old innocence.
Little hand extended.
Colorful mitten,
Strong axe....
Intersecting.
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Sickening crunch.
Sudden screams.
Father reaching.
Beth crying.
Mitten lying.
Father weeping.
Desperate.
Weakened.
Frightened.
Holding child.
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No blood in sight.
Snow is white.
Amazing sight.
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Little child.
Beth with smile.
Unfolding …
Frozen fingers.

Hands unclenched,
And fingers five…
Father can’t believe his eyes.
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Bends and weeps.
In bitter cold.
Thankful for
A hand to hold….
A grace
Embraced
In white.
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Grace is ….
Half a mitten.
Sins forgiven.
Soul unclenched;
Made whole.
It’s fingers five,
And soul alive,
And spirit …
White as snow.
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Bend and weep.
In love so deep.
Give thanks
To Christ alone.
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“Come now, and let us reason together,” says the Lord.
“Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow;
Though they are red like crimson,
they shall be as wool.”
Isaiah 1:18