Snow
Snow.
I watched it fall today, as if it did anything else? Everything seemed normal, until I noticed that each flake swerved, as if it were a curve-ball thrown by some heavenly pitcher. It looked to me like a birds-eye view of a busy city street where everyone was wearing white ski hats projected on my window. Every little person had a place to go, or at least they thought they knew where they were landing, until some gust of wind altered their course. No matter how autonomous those little flakes appeared they all came from the heavenly pitcher and they were all part of one body in the end. Its funny how our lives work. We think we know where we are landing, until our course is altered, and we realize we are fallen flakes. Nonetheless, we are blessed with Grace – cleaned. Snow.
Monday, January 22, 2007
