Poem: Manna of Love

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.

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The picture was taken in Manchester, VT. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom