On a Winter Morning

 

 I took a walk this morning,

I had to go and see,

The world of white that winter's hands,

Had fashioned just for me.

 

Alone beneath the somber skies,

I felt the silent spell,

And I beheld a fairyland

As feathered snowflakes fell.

 

Across a little wooden bridge,

My footprints in the snow,

Left little tracks which clearly told

Which way I meant to go.

 

With eyes alight and cheeks aflame,

I climbed the nearest hill,

And on the threshold of such joy

My heart grew hushed and still.

 

The glistening white cathedral,

of the forest towered high,

And I, a humble worshipper,

Sensed God was passing by!

 

I do not know what happened,

But I am not the same,

And I went home a better soul

...Than when I came!

 

~ Grace E. Easley