A raindrop from the household eaves
now falls upon and glistens lips
and then the fallen raindrop leaves
as it goes on its way and drips.
Bright summer sun shines down: it sends
the morning shadows far away
yet draws out lonely, home-bound friends
and turns the dark of night to day.
The earth is filled with rainbow shards:
the autumn leaves have left the trees,
fell down to color children’s yards.
If set aflame at night, they’d see.
A snow flake comes into my hand;
It’s carried by the winter wind.
I do not fully understand
how snowflake met its brutal end.
Creator comes to earth;
as sinful nations eyed
the One with virgin birth,
fulfilled His pledge: He died,
yet rose, as preachers cried–
revealing God’s own worth.