Poetry on God's Creation "And creation's wonders are but the outer fringe of God's works; how faint the whisper we hear of him!"---Job 26: 14
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Waves of Snow
Was it sand? Or was it snow? Spindly lines that daily grow Out in waves of blue and white Vanishing upon our sight. Was it sand? Or was it snow? Hills and vales that flip and flow Like the undulating hand of seas Lost in hissing, crystal breeze. Was it sand? Or was it snow? Man will never guess, or know Staring out across the space Of the blank, uncharted place.