First Snow

Early October
New life in full swing
Books weigh
Leaves crunch
Cider warms the mug in my hands

Powerful how he enters
Dressed in white
He spills over a grey horizon
Over a lonely city

Shaken by his glory
Heads turn
Tasks unfinished
A sign to some that warmth is leaving
To others, warmth is coming

“Each year the beauty lasts less and less,”
Sighs a voice as we stare
Because in our eyes, it has fallen to soon
But, to him, this is perfect timing

So soon the swirls of white rest invisible
On streets and buildings,
But he has not gone away

I am glad he came like this
He stopped us all
And we looked out
We forgot about our coffee
We forgot about our problems
He distracted us
We saw his beauty
But we didn’t know it was him

A promise keeps
Unbroken in his hands
He will come back

And it will be like the first snow

Take Me

Summer 2006

Will you take me like this
Will you reach your hands down from your holy height
And touch my lowliness
Will you wrap me in your arms of love
And hold me until I surrender
For I am flesh and bone,
Turned into dust
Longing to be recreated