Snow

* winter poem *

Is this not how grace comes—a silent surprise,

From a Heaven we both hoped and feared had forgotten us?

Is it not always like this, a million relentless miracles,

Each landing like a kiss on the undeserving barrenness of winter ground?

How soft it is, how quiet, pulling peace like a quilt over the world,

Soothing all our strivings into rest.

But how strong it is, enough to cover everything—

A purity we didn’t have to pay for,

A holiness we didn’t know to hope for,

A love we can only live for.

This poem was written last winter, during a rare major snowstorm in Arkansas. This year, I’m looking at a winter so mild that my spring flowers have already begun to bloom out of season. For that reason, this poem pairs nicely with my last prose post, “Expectations and Epiphanies.” Check it out here!

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