Catching Snowflakes
I love catching snowflakes. They sit in my palms like frosty flowers and if I am not quick enough, they melt away before I can truly capture them. They float into my thoughts like sparkling gifts of genius. Sometimes they come in a flurry of creativity. Sometimes they alight in a shy drizzle. When I sense them, I reach out and say, “Thank you God for sharing your snowflakes with me.” I sometimes wonder if one day I wouldn’t run out of these crystal treats, and then I find comfort in the fact that countless of those pretty flakes are created, and they are kindly and generously sent. That warms my heart like the first dawn of spring. Silver designs snow here and there, and maybe someone else somewhere is catching them just like I do and making pretty things with them; pretty as poetry … for that is what they are. Snowflakes are pieces of literary genius crafted somewhere beautiful, each with a unique pattern and something special to say. Some people catch snowflakes and marvel, wondering where they come from. When I catch snowflakes, I look up to the sky and marvel that God shares His crystal pen with me; that every time a beautiful image glows into my thoughts, every time a line of rhyme tickles my senses, every time some incomprehensible sweetness floats into my soul, I have a newly-patterned wonder that brings joy to a friend and delight to the world – a perfect snowflake gift that speaks truthfully, cares kindly and promises surely. I love catching snowflakes.