SUDDEN WHITE

Today we were doing some purging (arg!) in the basement and Nancy came across this poem that I wrote not long after moving to Michigan from California in 1992. I awoke one morning to the leftovers of a night time winter storm, the first I had witnessed after about 10 years in sunny Southern California! What I saw inspired me to write these words.

I know it is the middle of summer, but who knows.....maybe the timing is just right! Let me know. Have a great week!

SUDDEN WHITE

I have been here before

And I've seen the fresh white snow:

A canvas with no brush strokes

A virgin scene, a blissful glow!

I have wondered in amazement

At the change my eyes behold:

How a dark and muddled landscape

Now sees newness, hope unfold!

This bright scene before my eyes:

What of all that lies below?

What has happened to old paths and trails?

Are they there beneath the snow?

Days of old saw dirt and holes

Of wrongs I've done to You:

Tattered hopes and broken dreams

...And promises untrue...

But now the snow! It's white and clean!

The sinful scene is covered,

And like the blanket of His Blood,

What's lost can be re-covered!

I have been here again

And I see the fresh white snow

Now angel's wings and pristine things

Instead of rocks and holes.

--R.Williams