Out kitchen window, we watched it fall, my
Sweet wife and I.
Heavy snow covering flowers' sprouts, bringing forth
For winter's cold retreats, then returns. Is it
Whiteness, once beautiful, now just seems
Later, snow's depth faded once more under the
Yet, not before it told a story, which soon
For through our window, two neighbors' homes are
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
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.
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