Anticipated snow drips
from the sky in endless drizzle
on an above zero day.
Yet, as drops clutch tightly
on summer's remnants
dreary turns to dazzle.
I'm left wondering if there are always these elements of beauty even when life is gray and when drizzle falls. When promised mantles of white seem to be exchanged for mud tattered rags. When hearts are gray and souls are dark and hope seems to belong to a previous season.
Tales of troubles, that are completely beyond my comprehension and experience, move through my mind and I wonder if I could still see it... still see the beauty.
God promises it.
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