Notes About The Poem
Written on February 3, 2026
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Just Listen
Still, a lonesome dream
Pausing to reveal God’s peace
He is writing on a frozen stream
Hallelujahs falling from the skies
Gentle echoes of nature’s scream
Floating and settling, serenity
Still, in the colors of grace
Joy that blesses the dawn’s light
Drifts of beautiful, soul’s embrace
Diving in colors of dreamy white
Forcing the wonder into our face
Hesitating, laughing, tender flakes
Still, a silence as steady as night
Misty blessings on an afternoon hike
Rhythms of calm in a breathless fight
Wings glisten, pounding the nebulous air
As clouds wed to paint the earth soft white
Revealing trembling lashes who weep praises
Still, in the wonderland created by the flakes
Wind dances over the mountains, drifting
Through the grieving echoes silence makes
A precious still who lifts the heart and soul
Assuring us the Creator never forsakes
His will, snow and wind, caress with beautiful
Still, like the moment when I first heard the news
That winter was traveling across the pages
Of a land who’d felt much louder without her muse
A land where everything changed with the presence
The prayer, sturdy and strong, as gentler hearts snooze
Remembering, it is winter and we belong in this soft
Still, reflected on the moments where praise is spoken
On the distance, in the icicle’s edges, on the stars
With each quiet flake, dancing and roaming on the broken
Winds, the tears feel like shadows laced with light
Reminding every spirit of this winter, who’s so outspoken
Painting the earth in her white silence – this still…
Still that feels so alive, so bright, so much like a quiet sleep
When the entire world remembers – we’re meant to be
Filled with love and hope, love so very deep
It is never hidden beneath a blanket of snow
Instead, it glistens like the glittering sweep
Who is laughing, steady and true, through this world so still…
A world filled with nature’s splendor
Softly covered with a blanket of white glitter
A covering of joy, gentle and tender
Attempting to prove to each of us
How this still can’t be a natural offender
This still is the music of God’s angels… just listen
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