It doesn’t matter
if the snow was falling
fierce or lazily or not at all.
The sinless Son of God
was bright enough without that pall.
The world, cold, dark and rough
whether encased in ice
or just crouched low and acting tough
under its crust of piety—this world
was due to be
by the pure white heart of love.
“May you be dazzled by God’s love throughout the coming year…”