SNOWFALL

Out of that greater silence endlessly falling,
Falling, these small bits of silence
Float through the night
Drifting lazily down falling
Into the accumulation
Covering the sleeping earth with whiteness
In the darkness deep and silent,
To rest the voices of the land until the time
When Spring shall raise her voice in singing.
And as with these tiny silences accumulating
So with the tiny peaces falling,
Falling into our lives
Muffling the voices of care and crying
With blessed softness of that greater peace
And sleep wherein is rest
Until the time our singing shall spring forth
With joy again, among the patterns
Of our lives renewed and green.


Utah 1983
M. Reynolds