L M Joys

Tainted to Immaculate

I drew open the drapes,
To witness a bounteous white:
The dry bones of sickly trees,
The tattered fallen leaves and
The muddied roads of yesterday,
All blanched in radiance;
The lustrous gleam embraced
the broken and the weak
The soiled and the withered –
Like the love of Christ
that seek the downtrodden,
Flakes of white caressed
The vanquished and parched winter land.

I step into the majestic snowfall,

Yet feel it’s thunderous silence,

Like His mercy and grace that fall upon me –

Powerful yet tranquil, silent yet puissant.

I witness how the darkest of shades:

Crimson, umber, charcoal and pine,

Were all bleached in the presence of snow;

And I know this is how

He washed away my flaws and failures,

Engulfing me into His glorious haven.

As I walk ahead,

I see a couple muttering

and relocate their car,

While a little afar,

I behold a squirrel and a bird,

Exuberantly playing in the snow,

Carefree, though their sustenance

lay buried deep beneath.

I chose to join the latter

in their naïve elation,

And look up to heaven and say:

Oh Lord, my God, how great Thou Art!