Sublime

This morning the snow started to come in light flakes.
One.
Two.
and then the rest, swirling and hovering

I opened the door, expected it would be gray, forbidding;

It’s usual austere self frowning down and daring me to rebuke it.

But when I looked up to face it, the sky was glowing.

Sun lit the cloud that stretched cold above and around me, smiling down through the soaring ice

It’s halo soft, white …  surely there, behind the falling  snow.

Flakes fell

Went about their business unmoved by the sight.  Unaware of the miracle taking place around them

With an approving gaze on me, I drove to the school,  reassured by the sight of god.  Or an angel.

I’ll never be sure which.

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2 responses to “Sublime

  1. Brandon

    Beautiful

    Like

  2. Kari

    Beautiful work, Kirst. I’m quite sure it was God… pursuing your heart. He sends me bouquets of beautiful sunrises and sunsets.
    Be blessed!

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