A great white curtain
has been pulled o’er the farm
nothing afar can be seen
just white, and more white
has been pulled o’er the farm
nothing afar can be seen
just white, and more white
We are likely attuned
to thinking not seeing
in full and complete darkness
But nature has her way
today
we can’t see in whiteness!
Those long lived
have borne witness
to puzzles uncounted
We have gazed and pondered
how earth and we
came to be
We are prone to draw lines
divide the days, the years
into neat little segments
nature has ways
to cover the lines
turn our whole world white
then melt the white away
Hopefully, our whiteouts
are in people
where from time to time
the world disappears
except for special ones
a spouse, a child
a loved one so precious
the world goes away
but just like the snow
those moments melt
to be remembered
savored
as long as we live
are in people
where from time to time
the world disappears
except for special ones
a spouse, a child
a loved one so precious
the world goes away
but just like the snow
those moments melt
to be remembered
savored
as long as we live
Can we capture and hold
those moments so treasured?
Put them down in lasting ways?
And if we do
will someone someday regard them
ponder them with equal wonder
What was so special?
They might say
We like the snow
cover the earth
but just for a day
Selah, Lin 02/08