I love the
snow. I realize that there are people
who do not but I do. Given that this
year there is little of it I heard much conversation about it. So many people I know either do not enjoy
snow or downright hate it. I will miss
it this year but I suppose that Christ should get the weather he wishes on his
birthday.
I will
settle for the dusting we have this morning and ponder the beauty of winters
past where Christmas has been white and fluffy.
Visiting a Crystal Gallery
Silently the
clouds crept across the sky,
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| Photo by Natalie Foley |
Negating the
brilliance of the haunting harvest moon.
Only the
brightest of stars could I still spy,
While the
cottony gray darkness still had rips and tatters.
Sending
chills over my exposed face,
North winds
begin to whip across the field fiercely
Offering me
an invitation to retrace
What steps I
have taken and return to my cozy home.
Something
inside drives me to pursue,
Narrowing my
focus to climb the hoary-frosted hill.
Only the
higher field will give a proper view
When the
dance begins in earnest.
Softly they
begin their waltzing flight
Navigating
their way through the winter wind,
Outstanding
crystals of drifting delightful white
Whispering
to me that God is still an artist.
Wishing you
joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So
Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of
Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new
and old things from his great treasure store."
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