Winter arrives and God's sculpture is seen everywhere,
Snow as white as cotton, on the rooftops of the houses.
Trees brushed with snow along their delicate branches,
Spruce and pine trees and boughs, God's Christmas Card.
Snowman white and round with eyes and mouth made of coal,
And a carrot nose, topped with a black hat and winter scarf.
The sounds of the sculpture are silent and reverent,
Only the sounds of the wind can be heard.
Parents and children creating these snow scenes,
Sounds of laughter, enjoying God's sculptures.
Mountains of snow, tall and small,
With smooth and rugged angles.
God's winter sculpture, his portrait of excellence,
To be appreciated by humanity.
Winter weather is a friend and not a foe,
And whereever you go God's beauty reigns.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
little frozen pieces of heaven fall
subtle, silent, and soft
these miniature time capsules
take me back, way back
to a time, to a night much like this one
when you came, like the winter snow
a little piece of the heavenly father
pure, precious, priceless
you came to the earth below
as a babe, helpless, you came
as these tiny fragments of ice settle
bare, breathtaking, beauty
captivate my thoughts tonight
as i reminisce, of all the possibilities
of all the ways you could have came
you chose, chose to come like the winter snow