Watching snow fall,
Hoping for that
Thick white covering
To take hold,
A balm for the earth,
Silently blanketing
The harshness of late winter…..
While here and there spring is breaking through
Today snow would be welcomed by me…
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I need the stilling of my spirit,
The calming of storms within, and around me…
I need a holy silence to hold me,
If only for a moment…
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The snow has stopped,
There is no covering…
But it has gifted me an insight to my deepest need,
So, I hold it here,
A tender thing,
Not to be ignored…
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