Snowy Blanket

As I consider the snow gently falling to the ground,

I marvel at the beauty of the flakes coming down.

Now that the leaves of the trees have all been shed,

God blankets His creation like I tuck my children in bed.

There are hidden and desolate seasons we all seem to fight;

Yet, even the Maple knows its sugar needs the cold nights.

There’s a silent abiding that makes restoration complete;

From here, the sugar comes, and the world becomes sweet.

One Comment Add yours

  1. hyattmoore says:

    Your words, as delicate as the new fallen snow. All a wonder.

    Like

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