A Snowy Sunday

It started out as a light flutter,
nearly invisible against the grey sky 
as a few flakes fell upon the green grass 
The roads clean and black, 
barely even wet, 
as I drove down them to church 

We sing, read the text, 
then during the sermon
my eye happens to glance 
out the tall, narrow window 
that perfectly frames the sight 
of two trees, one coniferous, 
the other deciduous, 
as they begin to slowly turn white 

While the minister explains 
that the Holy Spirit completes 
the work of the Father and the Son, 
Through the faith that the Spirit 
has graciously set in my heart, 
I marvel at God the Father’s creation
in humble worship 

After the service, 
the snow falls thickly 
upon my phone screen 
while I snap a picture 
of the scene I had seen 

I don’t drive straight home,
instead pulling off my route 
onto a quiet looping side road 
There I soak in the scenery 
the snow gradually
making my hair wet 
And take several more pictures 

Eventually, I return to familiar home 

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