25.12.05

On a quiet Christmas morning

I watch the rain slip into snow
and speak into my heart
the way of a gentle path.

Weighted drops of water thoughts
lightened by my Lord,
crystallized by Christ
into heart song.

Snowflakes of Spirit
softly enter in.
Soul metamorphosis
seen through a window pane
one quiet Christmas morn.


Christmas, 2005

3 comments:

mdwinn said...

Thank you for your kind words to Darla and I. Over the last year you have really made a huge imprint on our heart. THank you for being living water to someone who is so very thirsty.

Anne said...

Oh Michael. You and Darla are so precious to my heart - I need people like you who show me that indeed, the path is Love, and all else falls away but Christ.

Darla said...

i love this poem... i've come back several days to read it... it's beautiful, as are you! i think of you alot... i wish we were closer... love ya!!