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Outside Lies the Snow

outside lies the snow each flake its own uniqueness beginning descending moisture, bifurcation eructing tendrils, forming, unpredictable as is the dichotomy of life the triumph against entropy limbs lie empty, skeletons leaves of feathered frost birds are few lost in the hemispheres, patterns and for all the answers more questions await in chaos the quest for God's hand wondering thru the majesty this white coat of winter where beneath the monotony lies the uniqueness of creation the snowflake and i share something the ubiquitousness that is God it is struggle enough to understand this hand some things in my life were meant to be accepted winter God Fergus Fall 96

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Timothy Ray

Date: 3/6/2023 4:31:00 PM

if i can impart to my fellow Wordsmiths any lesson in writing and keeping a record of the work it is this...in my second year of sobriety i see here the movement into a close relationship with God that i now carry into my 28th year of sober living....i will now publish a poem, again the moon as a backdrop but the steps into where i am now....write Wordsmith so upon some distant star you will see the path you walked

Aysha Nuwas

Date: 2/23/2023 9:08:00 PM

A beautiful poem!

Suzanne Delaney

Date: 2/22/2023 12:36:00 PM

When we remember to look through the eyes of the child within us we never judge things in terms of good or bad. It just is. Your description of God and winter is as such. Hugs,SuZ

Vijay Pandit

Date: 2/22/2023 6:29:00 AM

A wonderfully emotive blend of life and nature painting your theme, Timothy. Yes, somethings are to be accepted as wonders we encounter. Peaceful vibes you convey in this lovely poem..

Kelly Deschler

Date: 2/21/2023 9:58:00 AM

No two snowflakes are alike... it's true... and you and your wonderful poetry are just as unique... So well written, Timothy!

Vickey Rhymer

Date: 2/20/2023 10:39:00 PM

My friend and guide to acceptance as I realize more each day that the energy I burn in resistance is not ,contrary to the thoughts of youth, coming from a bottomless well.Beautiful description Mr.Ray.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/20/2023 9:05:00 PM

Excellent wordsmithing (if that is even a word!)

Susan Ashley

Date: 2/17/2023 10:38:00 PM

Dear Timothy, I revel in the rich, insightful beauty of your introspection. There is beauty in clarity and discovery. There is beauty in time to dwell on thoughts. There is a brute beauty in winter (it makes it more bearable), yes, there is a humble beauty in wholly accepting God. There is expressive beauty in every verse of this poem of personal enlightenment. I especially love your last stanza for a grand finale to an amazing and intimate piece. Warmest wishes, my friend.. ~Susan

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 2/17/2023 7:44:00 PM

Your poetry speaks volumes about the things in life that we learn to accept, and finally see the beauty of it all, through its difficult depths and passionate ones too, nicely written, thankyou for sharing.

Timothy Ray
Date: 2/17/2023 8:36:00 PM

thank you Rose...this was written in my second year of sobriety...as i look back now some 28 years later i see the joy of wordsmithing....i see the cement drying on what was advice from the man who brought me out of alcohol....my close personal relationship with God...and i did so enjoy your poem on the little girl dancing...it is precious....may the fruition of God's blessings be with you and your beloved family....