by Marijo Phelps
3/13/2009 / Poetry
Fluffy snow, straight down sheers, coming down
No wind, rarity in our lofty alpine meadow
The light lemon sun trying to peer
Through icy crystals around vaguely defined mountains
Not unlike my unclear vision as I endeavor to see
Through a glass darkly to Your truths, Your face
Would that I could wipe it all clear
But it remains this way for Your purpose, Your time
Unclearly obscured, like the weather
Bringing moisture for growth,
The hope of springtime remembered,
On this uniquely special, God-given winter day
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About Self
Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news
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