Some days grace comes softly.
Today is one of them.
Bundled up against the cold I shovel snow.
Arms flung wide I spin. Try to catch each flake.
Cozily inside my house I sit. Watch white come drifting down.
Each snowflake is distinct, unique.
An evidence of Love.
A reminder that my heart can be,
Washed clean like pure, white snow.
A quiet peace seeps over me, rests down inside my heart.
His love embraces me.
Snowflakes settle on my palm.
Gird each tree: a covering of white.
Today’s a gift.
It comes from God above.
For life’s a gift, and blessings, too.
A gift of grace unknown.