O Jesus, where are you?
Snow falling on snow
spring snow that penetrates my bones
So beautiful, and yet so painful
I am restless
agitated in the silence
difficult to breathe in my soul
Falling like the snowflakes descending
on a spring morning
only to melt away…in an hour, day, week at most
Swirling, not dancing…on the cusp of rain drops
panic of life known
short lived
But in the life of a snowflake
Time is only the moment
White and light
Structure architecturally stunning
unnoticed by even other snowflakes
Insignificant…falling…fighting
By myself…even more done into foolish vanity
succumbing to sudden beauty evaporated…
I am a snow flake…only…alone…