Drops of Water
Walking through the
chill
Flakes of cold
fluff falling delicately around me
I raise my face to
receive them
God
speaks softly, a quiet murmur in my mind
See
those landing upon your countenance?
Snowflakes
are like people
I’ve
created each of them
Individual
and beautiful
But
they’ve grown cold without My love
Frigid
and lovely
Caricatures
of what they should be in Me
Be
as your face
Burning
with passion and joy
Fiery
with My love
When
those who don’t believe collide with you
Heat
them with My love
Melt
their crystal facets
Into
drops of water
Transparent and prismatic
So
they scatter My love and light even further!”
Cathedral and a Cross
The
cold gray concrete buildings…
Tall and morose;
homes!
The cold dark
roads…
Cracked and pebbled;
pathways!
The cold chocolate
mud…
Soppy and endless;
spring!
The cold brackish
water…
A river flowing;
life!
The cold drab
trees…
Leafless and scrawny;
buds!
But… bright gold!
From among these
things
Rise the shining domes
Of a grand cathedral
and a cross.
Most Beautiful
The people here
possess great beauty
Fair-skinned and
bright-eyed
Slender and suave.
But look at their
faces, look in their eyes!
Perpetual frowns
etch small fissures in foreheads
Eyes speak of
sorrow and detachment.
Oh, where can I
find joy in this place?
Smile!
But at whom?
Everyone you see.
But, God…
No one smiles back…
An old lady with a
gimpy foot makes it to the bus stop
Sinking down upon
the bench, she rests her brown purse
In her lap upon her
old brown coat
She is wrinkled,
gray
But upon her lips a
small smile quivers
Hazel eyes sparkle
with life
She catches my gaze
I smile
Hers in return is
blinding,
Shining brighter
than her gold crown
How does this woman
possess such joy?
She is most beautiful of all!
