Covered by Snow
How long does it take to write a poem? If it’s a good one, then it takes quite a while. If it’s the one below … then about half an hour. (Not recommended.)
Covered by snow,
the dirty ditch and dead grass,
every bare and barren branch;
through the stillness of a winter’s night
Though Earth lost its splendor
in a rage of red orange tears
and sulked beneath withered decay,
gently, in the dark night of the quiet,
smoothed over the rough places,
unifying every twig and tuft
in the pure beauty of peace,
the wonder of snow.
Melt into my hardened heart,
oh Mercy from above,
that what you give I may receive,
renewing blossoms of love.
© 2023 Christina Chase
Feature Photo by fabian jones on Unsplash
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Although crippled by disease, I'm fully alive in love. I write about the terrible beauty and sacred wonder of life, while living with physical disability and severe dependency. A revert to the Catholic faith through atheism, I'm not afraid to ask life's big questions. I explore what it means to be fully human through my weekly blog and have written a book: It's Good to Be Here, published by Sophia Institute Press.
I love this poem!
As you read it, safely in Florida (giggling.) Thank you, my friend!
I wanted to reply the moment I read this poem, because it touches my heart and it’s so beautiful and of course I love the winter snow.
Hope you’re staying warm and I’ll connect again.
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