and covered all of creation
with a shimmering sheet.
Heavy under its weight
it bent
and then dripped
and then froze,
God’s great ice-o-metrics.
Fragile. Frozen. Frosted.
and blanketed the icy stillness
with layer
upon
layer of beauty.
Limbs bent
lower and lower.
I can ease their suffering and lighten their load with but a brush of my hand.
But then, so exposed, and so fragile, they would shatter.
So, I let them be.
Days of warming
will melt and lift
the bended to stand again.
Tall and strong
in the rays of the sun.