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.

*Original Poem by Kerry Hasenbalg