The Spring Snowfall
It is the first day of Spring,
and yet, it is a snowy morning.
Nothing glares. Nothing speaks loudly.
The holy hush is palpable for there is more to
the billows of white than meets the eye.
Shall we light the candles and say the
prayers we forgot yesterday?
Shall we release the burden of sorrows and
the narrow minded landscape that shrouds
our dreaming?
Oh, with joy, the stillness is beckoning
our rushing to rest…
to grow quiet enough to remember
how unexpectedly
our hearts can be filled.
Kathy Fuller Guisewite
March 21, 2018
It is the first day of Spring,
and yet, it is a snowy morning.
Nothing glares. Nothing speaks loudly.
The holy hush is palpable for there is more to
the billows of white than meets the eye.
Shall we light the candles and say the
prayers we forgot yesterday?
Shall we release the burden of sorrows and
the narrow minded landscape that shrouds
our dreaming?
Oh, with joy, the stillness is beckoning
our rushing to rest…
to grow quiet enough to remember
how unexpectedly
our hearts can be filled.
Kathy Fuller Guisewite
March 21, 2018
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