Softly springing in the snow
blends belief with what we know.
The truth inside, with warmth and light,
flows gently out
into the night.
The way to walk upon the snow,
is lightly, footprints fading as we go.
Ploughing deeply,
sliding, too,
is not the way that gets us through.
Each flake that softens Mother Earth
gives each of us a second birth.
Wonders find us as we rest
inside that snow-filled earthly nest.
Margery Layton
12-2002
