the snow falls softly
and I am mesmerized
on my ladder
high up
one fist tight the other stretched
reaching into the tall vastness
flakes falling
curving outward from the warmth of the barn
its currents setting it to dancing
my fingers open
keen to catch the softness
to feel it melt and become warmth
no distinction
from my flesh
both alive
melded together
as one
Danielle is on my heart
and lifted like this dance
the currents of God's love
bringing such beauty
all that love falling
our prayers reaching
fingers open
to catch a portion
of that falling grace
drifting and filling
the empty portions
of our reaching souls
our prayers prostrate
before our Maker
as He fills
our emptiness
with Him
this perfect love falling
this soft snow falling
my fears cast out
love holds no room
for fear
the snow falls softly
it is enough
each flake
a prayer
carried
by
Grace
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