Snow
Some need strong reasons to believe in God.
Seeing nothing but fog, they want a miracle of light.
This winter I saw a miracle bright,
Bursting with beauty. large, white flakes floated,
Like miniature parachutes,
Out of a gray, cloudless sky.
The storm held enough moisture to let fly an avalanche,
Yet into our yard only measured flakes fell,
A million at a time, lightly, softly,
Again and again.
How did the delicate flakes know
When it was their turn to float below
Like white puffs of cotton candy?
The snow covered and colored
The rocks, buildings, trees, and ground.
With no breeze or sound, all was still
Except the vibrant thrill in my heart.
Piled lightly, one upon the other,
Millions of cold feathers formed a downy comforter
Which warmed the sleeping earth.
The birch trees, usually white, looked dark against the light
Of the powdered sugar which clung to the branches.
Silhouetted against a roof, a brown squirrel leaped
And landed with a poof
On the nearby Austrian pine.
Several blue spruce, etched white on green,
Stood serene like grandfathers
Who watch children play on the floor.
Like manna to nourish Israel,
This liquid miracle sustains our lives too.
Thank you, dear God, for Your power
Which never quits showering the earth
With Your beloved benedictions.