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A Snowflake
by louis gander Born high inside a winter cloud, a snowflake I became. A snowflake small, defenseless and too poor to have a name. I opened up my naive eyes. I had so much to learn, but did not know the truth of life or which way I should turn. I was content with floating free - as free as any bird, until some other flakes whizzed by and shocked me as I heard; "Get out of here you stupid flake! You're in our treasured world. We're here to make a winter storm." With that, they whipped and swirled. Impeding them, they elbowed me. My world turned up-side-down. The wind was stiff and tossed me too above a country town. My glimpse at Christmas lights was brief and couldn't be expressed - as more flakes shoved me to the side and wouldn't let me rest. I wanted calm serenity, but this is what they'd say; "You bother us! Get out of here!" You're always in our way!" They pushed and shoved and shoved and pushed. I found it most appalling. ...And none of them had realized that all of us were falling... I saw a 'V' formation of some southern flying geese. If only I could hitch a ride - then maybe I'd have peace... I'd cherish, under tall palm trees, the warming breezes felt. But, if indeed, they're flying south, I wondered, would I melt? This life can be so burdensome, this world so turbulent. I prayed, "God, give me peace and rest" as I made my descent. I hovered over roadway where I thought I'd safely land. But then came two huge semi-trucks that didn't understand. The world had thrown me yet again. My life became a blur! But then I slowed and settled on a Colorado fir. And where were those insulting me? It really was profound. They melted under tire tracks from traffic eastward bound. High status, they had fought for but - their efforts now have ended. They said that I offended them. I wished that they had listened. They elbowed all their way through life - for more space in the air. But tell me, was it worth it all? What did it matter there? Retired now, I think of things for which I am not proud - and all the selfish thoughts I had since falling from that cloud. I think of times I prayed to God and thought He didn't listen. But Christmas lights around the town, across the snow, now glisten... Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |