Snowshoe
© 2014 Rolland G. Smith
The silence in a forest white
Belies the space of minds delight
When walking in another’s track
Upon a snow that shrinking back.
There is no sound except the joy
Within my heart that does deploy
Into a smile of prayer and grace
Proclaiming this a sacred place.
I walked with friends on snow new found,
A grounded mist that stays to ground.
It warmed my soul within its cold
As I traversed its beauties fold.
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