Soft and gentle the pure flakes float from heaven
—they must come from there—
My mind the periodic skeptic but my heart the hopeful romantic.
—I know. I’ve always known—
Millions of microscopic crystals form in opposition to entropic principal…
fighting against disorder.
Snowflakes are a miracle: Life keeps fighting.
Activity unseen under a veil of blessed respite.
Draw together molecules…hold fast for the descent!
–knit in the womb…lookout world!–
Ten thousand feet of existence!
Two miles until you are broken, dissolved, or lost forever…
–like a vapor is the life of man. Vanity—
Surely You feed the sparrows and the valleys are the epitome of aesthetic clothing.
Beauty, love…so mysterious. So divine.
What makes us smile at nothing in particular? Your presence.
All around us are Your signs.
–I pray you always make known Yours and keep me from “Dead Ends”—
This season touches my soul.
This pearly world of gentle rest calls, and I hear You.
The deepest in me.
Your spirit in me.
Bids me shed a tear at the alabaster presence of frozen vapors.
Grow in me, breath in me…breath of God.
Lest my white soul sublime away and leave me a shell.
—I know You’re there—
Frosted peace drifts down from on high
…peace from the pieces…
…piece upon pieces…
Accumulate Your form.
And cover me.
Under the silvery blanket I will sleep
like the trees.
I will slumber and dream of the time to come.
Men are made of such dreams.
Season gives way to season,
if there is such a thing—
it never stops.
This is the season of somnolence and rest.
I am eager, but not restless, for the awakening.
The end of this waxen age.
Come with fire.
May Your hot saltiness
melt this heart of stone and ice.
May my saltiness
melt Your love on me.
—Flow into the cracks—
Let me drink it in.
Guzzle the river of life forever.
Your water need not be filtered or bottled.
I pray it flow free as this ivory flurry falls
…for now, at least, in drowsy aspiration.
Blessed art thou oh Lord
who teaches the wintry crystals to form
My heart to take respite
with the trees
and my mouth to praise you
a tender hum among the snow flakes.