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 so very still. No small birds trill to break the spell. All vanquished with the flakes that fell. Electric voice immobilized, Marooned in solitary cell, My world strangely disguised. No noisome birdsong to intrude On absolute of quietude. No foot on yielding snow has trod. Suspended in rare interlude Alone, alone with God. The snow remover coming through, The telephone and power crew. Although their efforts I applaud I miss the peaceful time I knew Alone, alone with God. By: Joyce 12/30/02 We all won first in this one.