April Snow

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for sudden snow,
sneaky guest arriving in the night,
subtle blanket laid over
surprised tulip leaves and
sunny yellow forsythia blossoms.

Blessed are You
for slow morning,
snow day—no school,
squiggling paths in the back yard where
sister used Papa’s tow strap to
skate little sister around on a sled.

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for the inviting silence of snow,
sustenance for our rushing souls,
sheet-white brightness filling the world with light,
sacred substance inviting us to
settle in and enjoy one last white wonderland.
Spring is on its way.