It came in the night*, so utterly silent that only the dawn revealed the transformation.
All that dirty bareness of January, the mud and decay had disappeared.
In its place a glistening mass of white beyond white.
* The kids were surely praying for their winter holiday ;)
A fortnight later, though a couple layers more, the beauty had turned to gray and splatter.
Time took the white out and the snowy banks collapsed, soaking up its smoggy environment.
The cruel fate of city snow gone old.
The melting will right it all. Just like past grace, only new grace will cover
the dirty and bare of my broken soul.
Snow the picture of pure, the picture of purity! A million unique flakes become one....
Light, sparkling they fall, dusting the world. Oh to be so white. Even....
Whiter than snow...
.[ An Invitation from the Lord ] I, the Lord, invite you to come and talk it over. Your sins are scarlet red, but they will be whiter than snow or wool. Is 1:18
Cleansed......, only needing the spiritual snowstorm to bring back the white purity, our repentent hearts know where to go to be dressed anew and pure once more..
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