The snow this morning is quite beautiful,
Coating every tree’s branch with white
And providing a perfect counterpoint
To the grey sky, but I cannot see it.
I have been spoiled by my beloved’s face
And God’s glory made manifest therein.
I probably wrote this in the winter of my sophomore year of college, but it seemed so fitting that I’ve postponed the material I had scheduled to post it now. As you can see in the comments below, the title was suggested by Maria Tatham. I’ve also posted it to my wiki. Feedback of any kind, whether critique, praise, question, reply, or suggestion, or anything else, is as always eagerly requested and greatly appreciated.