Beauty awaits those
who trust in you, O Lord
You allow my eyes to
capture all your wonders
The autumn leaves
wither and fall
Spinning around
thither to fall
They blanket the
ground
Cover it without a
sound
Leave the trees naked
and bare
The forest’s deep and
silent share
No more rustling of
the wind
Silence resonates deep within
Yet without a word
It pleads heavenward
You, O Lord, answer
You take away the
shame
Of late autumn’s name
For you bring a
winter wonderland
Upon a dead and
barren hinterland
With a hush all the
beasts of the field
Of hill and mountain
vale
The raccoon and bear
The deer and bird
Scurry home
While men, women and
children
With chocolate laden
mugs
In houses so snug
Await your answer
Then with a gentle
command
You open the treasure
house of white gold
And scatter it upon
the trees, young and old
You cover them with a
heavy cloak,
From evergreen pines
to ancient oaks
You dress the fields
in a diamond crown
That sparkles and
twinkles with a star’s renown
Shall your enemies
pursue?
Then you open wider
your treasure house of snow
A furious squall
shall rage and blow
When all is as you
have planned
We as children romp and play in your diamond lit land
I wrote this poem a few years ago. Many people for some strange reason do not appreciate the beauty of the snow. However, God has a treasure house of snow that he deposits upon us (Job 38:22) so I say why not enjoy it?
