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
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