Morning Blessing Gift Of A Snowflake

As you leave seamless sleep and join the texture of the morning,

The day is glad to have you.

Overnight,

A thin layer of new snow graces the ground,

Now decorated like sprinkled powdered sugar on a plain cake.

Let white silence fall over you,

Bringing peace.

Each snowflake drifts down independently,

Yet is part of the blanket,

Touching us with quiet and somehow with solace.

Allow yourself,

Your body,

To be touched.

Touch back with every part,

Even if it is only to meet the air around you.

Touch with your feet and legs,

Your waist and chest,

Your arms and head.

How fleeting a feeling is when it has life and expression,

Like a snowflake's brief existence,

Falling down through the sky and either melting away or blending into millions of its brothers and sisters,

Safely on the ground.

What is this quiet grace that the snow brings?

Suddenly,

Every object outside,

Bush,

Picnic table,

Sidewalk,

And every person,

Too,

Is stitched together by white.

We are silently reminded of the invisible threads that join us all.

May you,

Too,

Remember today how alike we all are,

Even in our different forms,

That while we follow different paths,

We have a common destiny.

Your gift today is a snowflake.