At night, soft mercies fall to kiss you;

As you awake and begin anew.


Silent snow gathers on limb and rooftop;

A quiet plea to slow the rush – to stop.


An alter call to listen to your heart;

To turn inward, searching every part.


To remember this: Love wins;

Love covers a multitude of sins.


To see the world in soft new light;

Miles of grace-full, endless white.


A place to make fresh tracks;

A chance to carve new paths.


To become a better Lover,

Daughter, Sister, Friend and Mother.


Still, should you fail – as we all do,

Remember; Tomorrow too, is new.

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  1. A winter’s version of Lamentations 3:21-26 – nature speaks of the grace and mercy of God. Very well put, Priscilla!


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