A Poem By Hudson Farrell on 11/27/2013
Silently comes through the night,
Gracefully falling from heaven to earth,
White, so right, and bright as light,
Opposed to that which warms the hearth.
Beginning as water, life’s source,
Slowly transfigured, during its fall,
Finally visible, new to all,
Blanketed across the earth, without force.
Wonder at first the people do,
Considering from where this thing has come,
Transfixed are they by the new,
Filled with awe by its splendor.
Wet and moist is it that is white,
Saturating those it touches completely through,
Those warmed by the hearth are filled with fright,
At that which permeates through and through.
Children running, laughing, playing
Their eyes are opened,
Seeing the wonders anew,
Not caring whether it soaks unsparing.
The snow so white, so right, so bright,
Becomes dirtied after the thirtieth sight,
Taken for granted is that which is extraordinary,
Assumed and predicted to come repeatedly.
Yet come again it will one day,
White and splendid like a horse,
Fierce and loving will it fall,
And that time it will stay.
Snow represents Jesus and righteousness too,
God became man in a beautiful way,
Saturated and filled with Christ are they,
Who know Jesus in a childlike way.
Taken for granted is that which is good,
Hidden because of the sin in our hearts,
But to him who becomes wet from snow,
He is cleansed from the fire within,
So that he may be like Christ and glow.