Snow

So silently, so softly it falls to the earth;
So swiftly, it changes my heart.
Where in sunshine I make plans to conquer,
In the winter God whispers, “Wait.”

As He lays this blanket across my breast,
He holds me tight and says,
“Stop! Hear Me! Do not worry.
All that is meant will come to pass.”

As I wait the snow begins to dance,
A Russian ballet in white --
No longer whispering, but flying
Inviting my heart to take flight

Teasing, taunting,
To play or to pray?
Both are avenues
To Peace and Joy.