In the Middle-of-Somewhere

His Snowglobe

flakes in horizontal flight,
evidence of an unseen force,
horizon gone

beyond the tree line,
fields invisible
I only see white
deep, thick, white

across the yard,
absent lake,
I only see white
deep, thick, white

snow drifting, waves,
testifying to the hidden
garden beds, shrubs, tire swing,
I only see white
deep, thick, white

wind carving incredible sculptures,
graceful, smooth swirls
undulating, twisting, cresting
every shade of white
deep, thick, white

my Father, knowing every heart
put me
in the center
of
His snowglobe.

I'm here, safe, warm, well loved and
blessed by the view.

by Linda Brown-Jacobson

3/2/2007