Friday, February 5, 2010

Dearest God,

I'd waited for the snow since before dawn. I watched the sky as it began to drop the most delicate, exquisite, no-two-the-same snowflakes. As soon as snow covered the driveway, I got out and shoveled, again and again, nine times altogether. I loved each time.

I am mesmerized by the wonder of your creation. The beauty of winter is that in what appears dreary, gray and dull, is not at all. The snowy white covering upon each branch, limb, bush and oriental grass reminds me of scenes from Dr. Zhivago. It is all so beautiful.

As I went to bed listening to the chimes ring in the gusty, swirling wind, I felt a sense of calm and peace. For a brief second, all seemed right with the world.

How enchanting
is your creation,
dearest God,
one day
unfolding into
the next,
never knowing
what may happen,
what unexpected beauty
will unravel.
Stir within me
an excited anticipation
of each
new day;
then leave me panting
words of thanksgiving,
I pray.

Love, Andrea