I don’t know if it’s this crushing drought or the spectacular nature of these photographs that have me so captivated by snowflakes. Perhaps a bit of both. All I know is, they just keep talking to me and calling to mind ancient truths:
“The heavens are telling the glory of God; they are a marvelous display of his craftsmanship. Day and night they keep on telling about God. Without a sound or word, silent in the skies, their message reaches out to all the world…” Psalm 19:1-3
Undone by a Snowflake
In a wall of wonder.
Each and every one
A feather-light feat of engineering.
Drifting and blurring
Delicate fragments of the atmosphere
Meld and melt,
Slip and slide
From rock to reservoir,
Drawn downhill as gravity demands
To quench the thirst of all
Who live upon this sphere.
Grand by design,
Yet prepared for singular task,
Their brief flight
From one realm of nature to another
Fills the void
With extravagant beauty
And even greater purpose
As they spill from the skies
To blanket the grime
And settle the dust of summer’s wrath.
Is it any wonder snow falls
With reverential hush?
When form gives way to function,
And beauty succumbs to purpose
Without a hint of resignation,
We make out the edges of the holy,
And we are free to be
We ask you, Gracious Father, to send us water, send us rain. We are utterly dependent on you for this most basic need. Amen.