/ Barry York

Story in a Spring Snow

Out kitchen window, we watched it fall, my
Sweet wife and I.
Heavy snow covering flowers' sprouts, bringing forth
Another sigh.

For winter's cold retreats, then returns. Is it
Never ending?
Whiteness, once beautiful, now just seems

Later, snow's depth faded once more under the
Strengthening sun.
Yet, not before it told a story, which soon
Became undone.

For through our window, two neighbors' homes are
Framed peacefully.
A path between, briefly captured, provided shining

Footsteps brought listening ears and more than
One steaming meal,
To lonely, hurting widower; Christ's love breaking the
Untimely chill.

Now trail is gone - forgotten? For each drop carried it into
the warming ground.
No, for Heaven saw - and sowed - where resurrected life will
Spring and abound.

Barry York

Barry York

Sinner by Nature - Saved by Grace. Husband of Miriam - Grateful for Privilege. Father of Six - Blessed by God. President of RPTS - Serve with Thankfulness. Author - Hitting the Marks.

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