WHITE REMEMBERED
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It snowed last night
And the wind played with the sleepy surprise.
From the east the current came and blew
The wintry gift
Such that the crystals now are stuck so
That everything in view has
The color white upon it glued;
Too much!
Too white!
Too beautiful!
To last.
Like the dust;
Just a passing sense.
Like my sin;
Temptation
to turn from within
What grace I might
seek or find
For
some memory
That
only gives passing pause
To
the eternal pilgrimage.
Would that we could
find
Therein forever
Such earthly beauty.
But, alas, we only
hold it for our own
Too
short
To connect
To moments
Heaven would have us remember.
2011.01-27.1100 ©
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