.
The trees hung heavy with soft whiteness lofting silently
And a gentle grey of sky met the horizon
defining the new day.
I entered the beauty,
tires quietly negotiating the wet white way,
And I was certain
I had just met God
in a garden of snow.
Reblogged this on Pastor Michael Moore's Blog and commented:
Indeed! So have I Nancie ❤️❄️
Thanks Michael! Hope you are well—sounds like the the last few months have been very challenging for you. Got you in prayer.
Thank you so much, Nancie ❤️❤️ They have been indeed. Your prayers mean the world to me
You very well might of ❤️
thank you!