A TREASURY OF SNOW
For S.G.

Centuries ago

The Lord answered Job, out of the whirlwind, and said,
“Hast thou entered the treasury of snow”
And now, out of our large bay window, has come
A treasury of snow.

Close to us are large boxwood bushes
Covered with climbing snow bears, and snow sheep!
But winds are making them cascade downwards
And only a few small lambs are left.
So now we look beyond:

To a large round and glorious willow oak tree
Flanked, by two tall pines, in contrasting greens,
Staunch and stark in the moving gray haze:
A beautifully framed winter composition
Waiting for oil paints, and waiting for canvas
But never an artist in sight.

But the bay window offers us an art gallery now:
It offers this framed scene to our minds and senses
As we now are painting it, best we can, in words
And memory. And do we not do this
For countless landscapes, city scapes, water scenes, sky scapes
All created by our Creator:
The Lord of Lords:

Our Uniquely Authentic Artist?

Open our eyes, O Lord!

Open my eyes that I may see wonderful things in thy law.
(Psalm 119:18)