Ordinary Glory

Meteoric snowflakes

Become melting planks

in the eye, emitting epiphanies

of life’s deep mysteries,

And finding divine glory

in the so ordinary

Warm mug filled with chosen brew

Steam facial bath leaves its dew

Frosty windows from which we view:

The landscape morphs before the eyes

As night falls with overcast skies

To end the day we heave a sigh

Shoveling with new neighbors

Stuck cars asking for favors

A good laugh breaks the labor.

City canceled by Wonderland

Making space for Life again

For childish revelry and carpe diem.

Houses slouching speak their despair—

Death-cicles falling, Some roofs giving,

Gutters drooping, ceilings dripping,

By weight of snow, bushes caving—

With the forecast still foreboding

Just hoping for spring in the air

All Earth covered by blanket of white

‘Midst Lent, entombed in frozen night

We yearn to feel Sun’s warming light.

We feel a sorrow, feel death’s cost—

Yet Life beckons, though still no thaw

Like child in womb, Love is not lost

Our dreams and hopes haven’t come to naught

There’s joy, there’s grace—despite the frost