The Fragile Snowflakes
Sometimes in life we’re given a vision;
a picture of what is to be;
a thought that embraces our mission;
of our future reality.
We’re each one of life’s living raindrops;
falling from the heavens above;
freezing in the atmosphere above the treetops;
turning into snowflakes of love.
We filled the air with love’s individuality;
clustered upon the ground of earth;
filled with a growing sense of mortality;
banished from our heavenly birth.
Each snowflake, a soul; made in perfection;
all of us created to live forever;
frozen from the sting of man’s rejection;
clustered on earth; again, together.
The earth provided the ultimate test;
with the enemies of God in charge;
usually keeping snowflakes stressed;
all snowflakes are prodigals-at-large.
Snowflakes are fragile; can’t stand heat;
in time; they all melt; and die;
in heaven; life returns; and all meet;
and God wipe tears from each eye.
Each has been given freedom and ability;
to create, like our Master, above;
all imbued, with weakness and fragility;
for we are the snowflakes of love.
Monty 7/3/23. # 1,655