A poem about the small Winter surprises in the North
Prisms In the Snow
Miniscule rainbows
shimmering like prisms
on white.
I hesitate to step
to crumple
the wonderment
The Creator
blessed me with.
If I did not feel
so inundated
with less ethereal tasks
I’d sit
and soak in
the majestic sight
as a child
until the sun hides Its rays
behind the pines
and I would thank Him
for everyday blessings.
The heavens declare the glory of God;
Psalm 19:1a, NIV
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
His creation reflects God’s glory. It calls us into praise and worship of our Heavenly Father every day–if we’re not too busy to see it.
‘Til next time, remember you are loved by the One who created you in His image.
~ Lynne
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*This poem was originally published on Medium in the Koinonia publication.
Lynne Collier 