The world is white with shades of gray.
Silence broken only by the cries of a howling wind.
God pulled a blanket of snow over the land
Tucking it in for a long winter’s rest
A covering that will remain until He awakens Spring
The days are short the air cold enough to shatter.
White with shades of gray.
Image by Si Wilson via Flickr
Yet in the mail each day arrive messages from the Master
Hidden in seed catalogs bursting with colour
Promises of life and riotous joy
His fingerprints mark us with hope.
Join Beki at The Rusted Chain for Fingerprint Friday and share where you've seen God's fingerprints.