Went to a presbytery meeting on a damp dreich night tonight.Halfway through the meeting I felt as though something had changed. Oh my colleagues were still droning on but there was something different in the air. Then I realised - it was snowing - heavily. Through the blinds I could just see that kind of silent, mesmerising snow falling.I began to wonder if we'd all get home. Had no one noticed? Or did they just not care - business came first?
Anyway, eventually the meeting rumbled to a conclusion and we left, slipping and sliding to cars.
We all had to clear the snow from our windows yet no one even attempted to start a snowball fight. How sad is that?
Unless you become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of God.
I think we missed an opportunity tonight!
Try it when the next snow falls,somebody may take the hint. Welly
ReplyDeleteBy that time I might have become one of them - boring. old. **** ! Or I might just have grown up :)
ReplyDeleteHi Liz, This is a poem about snow, I have changed it from Christmas to Easter and when I see snow this poem comes to mind. Never mind the boring old -----! just listen to the snow, it makes a better sound
ReplyDeleteListening to Easter Morning
Have you ever heard snow?
Not the howling wind of a blizzard,
not the crackling of snow underfoot,
but the actual falling of snow?
We heard it one night in Aviemore
quite unexpectedly
while walking up a hill
toward our cabin in the woods,
a soft whisper between footsteps.
We stopped, switched off our flashlights,
and just listened.
All around us in the darkness
we heard the gentle fall
of snow on snow.
No wind, no sound
but the snow.
Have you ever heard Easter Morning?
Not the traffic noises in the city,
not the bells and hymns,
beautiful as they are,
not even the laughter of your children
as they open their Easter Eggs--
but Easter morning itself?
Have you been by yourself
and just sat and listened to the silence within,
patiently, without letting the mind
race to the next Easter chore?
Perhaps if you have,
you felt the pulse of all humanity
beating in your own heart.
Perhaps you noticed
an out flowing of love
for all your brothers and sisters
on the earth,
a soft sense of Oneness
with all that lives.
In the silence of a snowy night,
listen intently, holding your breath,
and you may hear snow on snow.
Serene, alone,
undisturbed by thought,
listen to the silence in your heart,
and you may hear Easter Morning.
Copyright © 1994 by Alan Harris. All rights reserved.From An Everywhere Oasis at www.alharris.com
Andy,
ReplyDeleteThanks.
Soothing as always.
x
Why didn't you throw the first snowball? :-)
ReplyDeleteCos I'm the new girl - pretending to be grown up! :) Don't want to blow my cover just yet.
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