Written on: February 28, 2014
weighted by blizzard, ice storm, power failure and polar vortex-
struts the latest snowstorm,
advancing ominously from the west without apology.
The snow’s pure whiteness ceases to impress
while I fret about the new signs of life
evident in budding trees and emerging bulbs.
Small comfort the “Weather Wizards” glib assurance that it won’t amount to much;
the steady snowfall from darkened skies
pounds my winter-wearied spirit deeper
into potholes of depression—
and yet… and yet….
falling snow possesses an undeniable beauty…
a mesmerizing image of God’s mantle of forgiveness
spreading over me and all of creation…
a gentle invitation to walk in this forgiveness—
to let it cover me and its impact sink into me…
My hope rekindled, I don my coat and boots
and head outdoors.
Mary Karen Kelly GNSH
February 28, 2014
Sr. Mary Karen Kelly sees the world with love for our creator and the eye of an artist. We are happy to share her poems with you.