I have followed the Holy Star snow icon for days. It has moved me to wonderful thoughts of warmth and beauty; dreams of exquisite being with my lover in front of warm fires massed against winter's white. In sincere anticipation, I woke twice in the night to see my dreams coming true. No snow. But my hopes were not placed aside as I fell back to sleep. This morning found no snow. I made a cup of coffee, banked the coals in my stove, and added a stick or two of wood. Opened the Most Holy Ancient Text and was once again profoundly moved by the act of hope; “the substance of things hoped for, evidence of things not seen.”
“Have you visited the storehouses of the snow…?” God
Oh, the joy of hope that sets our imaginations flying away on wings of golden fire.
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| No Snow, Plenty of Hope |
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