Snow Falling on Snow

In a cozy little corner
I sit and pray,
wrapped in a warm sweater
with a candle lit
before a mysterious icon.

Outside, the snow is swirling,
the wind whooshing
and the tree branches scratching
against the house,
wanting to come in.

Then, in the spaces in between,
when the wind is forgotten
and all is quiet . . .
I open my heart
to listen.

And as I hear the peaceful sound
of snow falling on snow,
my soul slowly softens . . .
and my worries retreat
to the edges of my room.

Finally I realize with joy
that no matter how uncertain
 life may become,
I will always be safe and warm
when I am at home with You.
Amen.