SNOWFLAKES
Transformed water and ice
Frozen cold at the perfect temperature, moisture and
atmospheric height
Produce an entirely different mode of precipitation
From its mother—rain.
Each flake fashioned to perfection,
Infinite in design,
Myriads upon myriads.
Scientists say no two are alike.
How they mirror the maker
Unlimited creativity,
artistry and scientific facts of observation
Reflecting truth.
Snow can be understood in the mind,
Perceived by the eye,
Penetrated into the spirit.
Engendering awe and wonder or
Scorned.
Much like their Creator.
Blanketing our dismal landscape
Darkened with Sin.
Offering a promise of fresh
White hope.
A gift presented,
Though some turn away in disgust and
anger at its inconvenience.
Trampling pure white snow flakes
With muddied boots of wrath
or indifference.
Still—others reveling in its
Pristine mystery,
Made observable by the
Grand Transformers
Nature.
Which one are you?
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