Some need strong reasons
To believe in God.
Seeing nothing but fog,
They want a miracle of light.
Today I saw a miracle bright,
Bursting with beauty.
Large, white flakes floated,
Like miniature parachutes,
Out of a bright, grey sky.
With tons of water hanging high,
Instead of crashing like an avalanche,
Individual flakes were released
A million at a time,
Over and over, second by second.
How do the delicate flakes know
When it is their turn to fall below,
To float like puffs of white cotton candy?
The snow, coloring the rocks,
Buildings, trees, and ground,
Piled lightly, one upon the other,
Millions of feathers formed
A downy comforter
Which warmed the sleeping earth.
With no breeze, all was still
Except for the vibrant thrill in my heart.
The birch trees, usually white,
Now looked dark
Contrasted against bright,
sugar which clung to their branches.
Silhouetted against a roof,
A large, brown squirrel whirled
And leaped with a poof
Onto a nearby Austrian pine.
Several blue spruce,
Etched white upon green,
Stood serene and snoozed
Sleeping while children
Play on the floor.
Like manna to nourish Israel,
This liquid miracle sustains our lives too.
Iím thankful I saw the magic this day
When water and earth
Displayed a profound, creative birth.
Thank you, dear God, for Your power
Which never quits showering the earth
With Your beloved benedictions.
© Allen Hackworth 2000