If these snowflakes could talk I wonder what they’d say

They are a rare sight here

Gentle and so beautiful

Tameless

I find myself stopping to peer

They float, they dance, they change direction mid-air

Like reckless squirrels walking the telephone wire or dodging the streets

Or like 8 billion people traversing the earth

Do they care

Do they compete

If so, what are they competing for

A spot on the ground or on a little girl’s coat

Some race to the ground while others just float

And some try to come inside

Undoubtedly a quick demise

Desiring to be seen, touched, and admired

Each one intricate 

Some are big and some are small

Others I can barely see at all

Delicate

“Look at me,” they all seem to shout

As they fall, swirl, and twirl about

It’s a snow globe outside my window

Mesmerizing, among the barren trees and the cloudy sky

I sit quietly on the other side

I read the obituaries

Looking up on occasion

I realize one day I’ll have an obituary too

A shocking revelation

The flakes keep falling anew

Beauty despite January

I think about my own death and it’s a little scary

The snowflakes stop

The ground is white

White as snow as the saying goes

The sun appears and the snow melts away

Spring will soon come and new life will grow

I wonder if we’re like snowflakes in God’s eyes

Fragile, frantic, falling

He knows our plot lines

His voice is calling

“I see you,” He says

And some of us yield

Others draw their swords and shields

Like the snowflakes

We will cease

The sun will rise

Though we’re in winter

There will come new life

Let us be white, blameless

For we are seen and heard

Captivating, deeply loved, treasured

We’re the snow globe in His eye

Though in winter we need not die

At least not for forever

For there is a great hope of resurrection

Spring, new life

Redeemed creation

Snowflakes made perfect in eternal celebration