Manna of Love
The snow has fallen all night,
a whisper of white,
clicking softly on the gray slate roof
while you sleep.
You wake to it,
a world bright in the early morning sun,
crisp and fresh,
like your heart,
renewed in beauty,
calmed by acceptance
of what God has brought you this day:
manna of love,
enough for today, telling you again
that there will be enough tomorrow as well,
Not because of your heart,
but because of his.
The picture was taken in Manchester, VT. You can click on it for a larger version.