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Playing In The Snow
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Warmly dressed with boots and gloves, and sweater nice and thick;
I heard the front door softly close behind me with a click.
Stay in the yard and don't go far, cause lunch is almost ready...
I heard Moms voice advising me, while trying to stand steady.
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I walked a long way from the house, then for awhile just standing.
I viewed the whiteness of the snow, the giant slowflakes landing.
I felt them fall upon my lashes, and melting on my face.
I quickly blinked, then they were gone, while others took their place.
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This pristine mat of whiteness, covering fence posts, and tree;
This breathtaking beauty... that HE allowed me to see.
The uncluttered landscape adorned by HIS touch;
Stirred tender sweet feelings, I welcome so much.
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Only GOD could orchestrate this marvelous winter scene.
The purest coat of white over fields which once were green.
I stood there in the silence, there was so much here to see...
And felt so very special that HE gave this gift to me.
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The silence of the moment, bid me hush... don't move or speak...
Something was occurring... and was about to reach its peak.
The wondrous joyful feeling like I had never known...
Would visit me again much later, after I was fully grown.
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How strange I felt, how odd this peace... this sense of my well being.
Yet I could feel this time and place was not at all for skiing.
I had great plans to use this snow, for running all about;
Of sliding here, and jumping there, and letting out a shout.
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The beauty of the moment was quickly broken then;
A shout from home... a call for lunch... it's time to come back in.
I slowly ambled towards the house, glancing back over my shoulder...
Trying to see the thing I felt... that I'd feel again... when older.
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The peace I felt that day with HIM, when just a lad of ten...
I've felt anew so many times, and look for it again.
The memories I stored from there, are still with me to this day.
That day my Mom let me go out, into the snow to play.
C.C. ©Jan.28, 2002
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Because that which may be known of God is manifest in them; for God hath shewed [it] unto them.
For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, [even] his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse: Romans 1:19-20
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