The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament showeth His handy-work.
Psalm 19
Snow
so soft
so slight
so slow
I must be quite
Intentional
To notice
its stealth
Accumulation
upon each tiny twig.
Snow
even slower now
to accumulate,
shows me again
that slow
doesn’t
mean
no
movement.
To notice the snow,
I stay still
fully focused on
One thing
to see
Change occur.
Ah, Lord,
at this slow waiting
where movement
seems infinitesimal,
let me
Still my focus fully
to see You,
The One who changes all things
In the slow of waiting
While
You remain
changeless.
