Undone by a Snowflake

....................courtesy of Alexey Kljatov ..................

………………..courtesy of Alexey Kljatov ………………

 

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

Snowflakes fall

In a wall of wonder.

Each and every one

A feather-light feat of engineering.

 

Drifting and blurring

They pile.

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,

Of humility,

And we are free to be

Utterly undone.

 

 

kpeterson

January 2014

 

We ask you, Gracious Father, to send us water, send us rain.  We are utterly dependent on you for this most basic need.  Amen.

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4 Responses to Undone by a Snowflake

  1. Thank you, Kerry I am trying to be very careful in water useage. Beautiful prayer!

  2. An absolute beautiful post … photo and words. Fragrance, frozen in time … another miracle of His awesome creation.

  3. Mom says:

    I absolutely love your description of snow falling with “reverential hush”. I can hear that very sound of snow falling at your childhood home in Pleasant Valley with your words.

  4. I’m on board. Total agreement, and then some.

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