At the Darkest Hour

Vividly, I remember that inspiring midnight winter vision, from years ago, I stood transfixed, gazing on a dream like world, through my front window. Billions of diamonds reflected rainbow colors from street lights; God"s design. A 'whispering' opened my soul's ready ear, like the beauty of wind chimes; "Though your sins be as scarlet, they'll be white as that fresh driven snow." A dog, breaking the peaceful spell with whimsical antics, leaped through.