Alone With God

For five long days I've been snowbound. My home with blanket pulled around is quiet as the distant hill that nestles in its white surround. My world is still. No small birds trill to break the spell, all vanished with the flakes that fell. Electric voice immobilized, marooned in solitary cell my world's disguised. The morning sun sending his rays to sparkle up the frosty days in glowing opalescence, so bright I must avert my gaze in awed defense. No noisome creature to intrude on beauty of the quietude. No foot on yielding snow has trod, suspended in rare interlude, alone with God. Written for Deborah's "Beauty" contest