A Christmas Snow
There is a feeling in the air, just before a Christmas snow,
a pregnant bearing to the clouds, heavy with seeds to sow.
A quietness softly descends, enveloping the earth,
a ripening expectancy of pure, sparkling rebirth.
Big flakes falling, large as children's surprise-filled eyes,
to prime the dirty earth, the first coat of disguise.
Just so, happy hours pass and we watch the wonder grow,
coating the ground, the trees, the roofs in a pearly glow,
until the morning dawns, at last, beneath a gentle sun
revealing a transformed world all sugar syrup spun.
We revel in the beauty, the freshness of the snow,
and hate to see man's footprints reveal the brown below.
Oh, give us, Lord purest hearts to welcome from above
the greatest gift ever received, Your Christmas Child of love.
Copyright, November 29, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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