The cold winds begin to blow
The days are now numbered.
But the last one only God knows
When death brings one to slumber.
The cloudy skies hang so low.
Soon a body will no longer be encumbered.
Out of it the life within will flow
To rise to the heavens with the numbered.
The smiles upon their faces will grow
When one’s spirit goes to those remembered
While the body goes to be alone.
Let the cold winds blow in life’s December.
But not to end the spirit.
About JimR, Chaplain
I'm a 74-year-old guy, in October 2024, who worked in Naval Hospital Camp Lejeune for 28 years and now retired as of 31 Dec 16. I've worked in medical records, the Health Benefits Department, Billing, and the IT department and retired as the Personnel Security Manager for the hospital. I'm a musician and Corvette enthusiast. Yes, I have had two. I traded my second Corvette for a Harley Davidson Fat Boy in mid-summer 2019. Then in 2024, I traded to an HD FreeWheeler FLRT. I've already ridden the new one a thousand miles in 6 weeks. I'm also searching for a fresh new outlook on life with new spiritual insight among other things. I was ordained a minister in 20190202. I've become certified with the American Chaplaincy Association through Aidan University in June '21. I've found that with the unconditional love of my companion, Libby Rowe life is complete through God. She's a beautiful, vibrant, giving woman who gives her all in everything she puts her mind to do. She and I married on 24 July 2015. She was ordained in February 2022. She has a blog too called Under a Carolina Moon. Give it a visit.
The cold winds begin to blow
Livin' Small 