"Spring Snows"
It’s not that underneath the fallen snow
Life’s all okay, for deep within we know
It is a mess – and spring will soon reveal
A world quite grubby – we before You kneel –As we progress – we travel down some road
Not perfectly, or bearing well our load,
But things do come between us as we talk
Our way along, O Lord, through daily walks.But then in spring, once snow reveals once more
Field work undone in gardens we adore,
Late snows then ease us into grubby truth
That tasks await the summer’s coming route.For life’s like that – as Father-God conveyed
His truth at first – with beaver pelts He made –
A covering for Adam, Eve, that He
Might carry on with us – give help we need –Yet not be faced with truth of what we’d done
With apple-choice – that all could have some fun
Within the mess of said reality –
Snow covered up, that life in Him might be.Lord, that’s okay, for beaver pelts get old;
Snow cover melts – except in land so cold
It stays – but now we’re seeing, even then,
That ice-caps melt – some day all must attend –To all of truth – but maybe, in between,
We’ll grow a bit, re-frame where we have been;
That future days, whatever they might hold
Not overwhelm us – bearing each our load.Thanks Lord for this.
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