Your word is a lamp to my feet, And a light to my path.
Psalm 119:105
First snow chimes out the new year,
BIG, bouncy, brawny flakes swirl, swish
past stoic landscape leaving their mark.
January draws forth all which was dear,
hopes, dreams and the heart’s wishes;
some laden, broken before they embarked.
Farewell December, fade without fear
take our sorrows and burdened anguish;
one can choose not to walk in the dark.
Follow the great I Am.
Patti Wolf 