He stands,
transforming to white Light
within His crystal body.
He is The Snow Man. Quite tall.
I sleep without understanding
and before dawn I view,
upon a snowy landscape,
a Light in a storehouse--
a beacon, but I don't go,
I don't walk across the snow
until The Snow Man drifts down.
"I have been wondering,
and so many memories...
What are their perspectives?"
"Come with me", The Snow Man says.
I walk with Him and
He speaks of the Snow...
"It comes in flurries".
"Like memories and wonders," I say,
"In them is no silence;
will they ever cease"?
"They whisper! I know you hear.
I have seen you walking in the snow."
"Oh, You were there"? I ask,
just standing, everything lovely, loving it,
hoping that snow will fall on me.
"T-here", The Snow Man says,
then directs me to the storehouse;
He says it is my own,
so I walk across the landscape;
memories stir and
looking back at Him I wonder,
"Is He the Light in the Snow?"
Submitted by: Naimah on 05/24/2017
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Greetings Na’imah,
As I read your recent post, I found myself remembering some childhood days and evenings of mine in the cold snowy northeast part of New England. The words snow, white light, crystal body and snowman that you used were the catalyst in this recall.
I have always found something beautiful about the cycling in, the in-between and out of nature’s seasons on this planet. Winter has so much beauty to show if looked upon closely. In my childhood days I loved watching it snow (I still do in my older years). It didn’t matter whether I were in the house looking out of a window, (the frosted window panes were a wonderland that I enjoyed looking at and touching) or outside playing in it, I was fascinated with it. I’d take a piece of black construction paper with a magnifying glass and catch the falling flakes so that I could see the beautiful shapes. Soon I would find myself in a different element. It was as if the world around me slowed down and the snowflakes were falling in slow motion. It gave me a longer and better viewing of each flake I laid my eyes upon. To this very day I am able to recall those beautiful shapes that impressed me. My mind actually reflects them in slow motion as it did then.
I like snow because of the sparkle it gives when the sunlight dances on it. When there is a full moon on a clear night the moon reflects its light off the snow. When I’d make a snowman I’d pretend that it was made up of pieces of the sun, the moon and heaven because God, as I referred to the Father then, made such a beautiful creation as snow that could give me such happiness in so many ways when showing itself.
In the latter years I’d learn that snow was another way or vehicle of tuning me in to the Beautiful Inner Realms. And as you Na’imah walk across the landscape may you recall the memory of the Light in the snow.
Thank you for re-uniting me with wonderful memories.
Love and Light Always
Beautiful, Lesley!