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My heart comes crashing to a stop
as the car slides through the blizzard.
Images of light and death flash through my mind.
Once more I beg for forgiveness allready given.
Every lie, every pain, every act of death...
Sin burries my heart with each quickening breath
Time freezes sooner than sleet,
but hope is found in the whiteness...
The whiteness of snow, the original whiteness of the heart.
Each life is as intricate as a snowflake,
So each soul has individual crevaces, hiding from light.
A flake descends in its miniature dance of glory,
Irreverant of the fact that it only reflects the light
and is destined, as every flake before it to melt away.
Yet there is an undeniable grace in that brief dance
Indeed, even death disappears under a body of snow.
Each flake floats alone through the sky
yet is part of a greater fall guided from above.
I realize my head is chushioned on the ground
by a million tiny frozen flakes.
My body may pass away, but my soul...
my soul can only wonder at Eternity in Love.

"They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover fromt he wonder of it?" - Jeannette Winterson - The Passion