Sounds Of A Snowflake
by louis gander Shhh! Little children. Gather 'round, Hear the raindrops falling down? Watch and listen, hear the sound? -That pitter, patter all around? However, should the moisture freeze, Before it falls into the breeze; And blows around your little feet, You'll never know which ones will meet. Stand real still and do not meddle, Can you hear the snowflakes settle? No you can't - and why's it so? Where does the sound of a snowflake go? They gather here, they gather there, Each one different - no matching pair. They settle in - as a marching band, Yet quietly, contour the land. We're all like snowflakes, each our own, Some are small - some overgrown. Under a heavy blanket of snow, You'll find me there - somewhere below.... I'm but just one of many more. I'm helping hold - the upper floor. Let others bask out in the sun, Get tossed around in wind with fun. For I may not be king or queen, Always heard - and always seen. It's all okay.... I am content, The rest can fight and circumvent. But if you know, just what you'll be, It matters not to an angry sea; Go if you want and make some noise, But remember this, you girls and boys: Some climb the biggest, highest tree, And yell out orders breathlessly; But in the end, it's not to be. It's all a waste futility! It's not the din we make at birth, That gives us special rights on earth; It's not about the clothes we wear, Or the gossip we might share. It's not about the ground we tilled, Nor all about the wealth we build; It's really what you leave behind, And whether you were fair and kind. Eventually, the warm wind breaks, And melts the coldest, biggest flakes; They travel ditches - travel streams, Travel creeks - with no more dreams. Most will melt - in torrents roar, And while they melt, they're wanting more; It's really all, just up to you, Who you'll be, and what you'll do. But don't take Satan's awful blow, When life is over and the rapids flow; Screaming in anxious, helpless woe, because - That's where the sounds of a snowflake go. Did we exist? Will history show? Who we were - or where we'd go? It matters not, to me, you see, For I have God - eternity. Content and peaceful you will be, -If you're a snowflake just like me. Before I see that pearly gate, It's me, who'll quietly evaporate. 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 |
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