In the Snow
In the snow
They go
These blue-grey ghostly,
Shadowy footprints in the white
Maybe even dead of night
To and fro
They never seem to
Slow
Even up the steps
They go
Do you possibly
suppose
Unbeknown they
May leave behind,
Expose.
A small piece of each
Imprint-owner’s Soul??
Winter Whites
Winter always reminds me of white -- purity. I don’t know, maybe because that’s when it snows the most. Things always seem to slow down.
The frantic growing of spring and summer is absent. The earth seems
to be taking a rest.
Less rushing around
Time to let go
More repose
Be slow
More inner reflection
Look for a higher direction
For my thoughts
Be enveloped by
Peaceful stillness
Make it an endeavor most earnest
Go deeper into myself
That inner me
I usually place upon a shelf
As I rush around
Get to know God’s peace that
Passes understanding.
Come, Lord Jesus, come.
Recreate your world and Leave your peace and repose!
SoulSails 