snow flakes flutter
small graces
falling softly
on
this
tensed-up body
that cannot help but react to cold-nothingness
but,
still,
the small graces fall
if you catch the beauty of this ice world
where one waits
in the bare,
not barren emptiness,
small graces
become
larger
than
life
miracles
not heard
but only seen
by eyes that truly see . . .
thank you for small graces as i wait for the fullness,
promised to me.
Gratitude List #13
Friday 27 November 2015
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