It is his first snow.
“Daddy, the ground is all gone!”
“Son, it will come back.”
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.
He has made everything beautiful in its time.
Ecclesiastes 1:9; 3:11
Maybe you are right.
Maybe you have it all wrong.
Only time will tell.
“It is a new year.
Let me really mess this up. “
Said no one ever.
On the snow-fogged peak
the lonely evergreens smile.
Such emptiness. Joy!
“How large is too large?”
said the wise, soaring eagle.
The gnat said, “How small?”
A Christmas village
Somewhere in Betty’s basement.
So, “Norman Rockwell.”
This joy that I have,
the world can’t take it away
It belongs to God.
You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace;
Isaiah 55:12a
You know, brain swamping?
When you’re open to ideas,
just not nothin’ new.
Like many a porch,
but with something so much more.
Christmas and roses.
On the sleeping grass
the biting wind meets the leaves.
Tomorrow? Same thing.
“Blowing Leaves” by alexabboud is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0
