today it snowed
each flake individually made
falling one by one
gently
silently
released with love
from the Hand
of the Artist
of our life
white
fluffy
clean
as if God shook out a feather-filled comforter
and laid it over the earth
bedding us down for winter
this season
when everything sleeps
into the spring
a quiet gestation
in the womb of creation
a sacrament of waiting
for new life
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