Snowflake Out Of Season
I feel like a lonely snowflake;
drifting alone; without a reason;
lingering over my every mistake;
a snowflake, out of season.
Snowflakes fall from high atmostphere;
living water frozen by the cold;
in the dread of winter they often appear;
I’m a snowflake; growing old.
Snowflakes seem to have no real purpose;
although, there’s no way we can know;
it’s like God’s tears reaching earth’s surface;
frozen; with no place to go.
Life is the snowflake that fell from above;
planted in a garden for a reason;
individually crafted by the Father of love;
cast down to the earth for a season.
Snowflakes covered the surface of earth;
melting from the warmth of the sun;
destined to return to their place of birth;
God’s love blending all into one.
I am but one of the Master’s snowflakes;
melting all alone in the sun;
surveying all of my many mistakes;
preparing to rejoin the One.
Like other lonely snowflakes, before me;
I spent time seeking purpose and reason;
it seems that I was just meant to be;
a snowflake that fell, out of season.
Monty 4/20/23. # 1,536