The First Snowfall

The sacrifice is over,
And all the leaves are dead;
What once was full of color
Are grays and browns instead,

And now my heart is mourning,
My tears regret the loss,
I feel the painful burning
That travels with the cross;

But in the midst of sorrow,
An angel calls my name—
I see the winter’s herald,
And peace engulfs the pain,

When white has drowned the sorrow
A glorious light appears:
Through love I find a comfort,
For God is with me here!

© Benjamin Graber
bgraber@neo.rr.com