God’s Business in Blizzard Conditions
Sending street people home. It’s too cold.
God can clear streets faster than you can say, “boo.”
Fresh, crisp air - the cleanse of triggered scent.
The lift of higher and higher white suds of flakes.
Go home! Catch your breath. Put on your boots.
Play with powdered refresh. Don’t go back
to same old, same old. You can be renewed.
If you can’t open your door, God still
wants you to stay indoors. Don’t waste
your time. Pray on your knees. Lift
your hands, dance indoors. Praise the Lord!
Blizzard conditions! How cool! No need to work.
Take that rest; pass the test. Oh I fear…
yes, most will will return to the muck.
Lie in the snow, for a while become an angel;
or just cosset those wings - don’t get buried
in all your troubles, mind your business -
God’s business. Don’t slip!
Don’t shovel a heart attack. Get your heart straight.
Enjoy your blizzard. Spring is flying with the geese.
When you stare at those snow flowers and trees
remember how wholesome and bright is life.
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