snowflake in morning sun

Yesterday the flakes glistened in the morning sun

as they floated downward

one by one-

millions of miniscule miracles.

Further down and further out.

Each flake a masterpiece

but insignificant in isolation.

And some folks go on adventures

and some stay behind

and some fight disease

and others are anxious

and still others pray for them all.

And none are in isolation

because a great cloud of them

is rising slowly,

onwards and upwards to the heavens,

till one by one they break away

and go Further up and Further in.

And when I am anxious I know that a friend is praying for me

and it gives me peace.