When it snows I can hear the Creator whispering
through the pine trees
knowing that deeper heartbeat,
the spirit launches skyward,
a deeper longing to understand.
Yet there is a great love here on earth
wrapped in layers of coats
hats and gloves, with her heart beating
for me, I turn
to the love that answers
every question, beaming
that wonderful smile
of hope, forever faithful.
My heart is given now
to her, for always.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”