Love, look out the window, how it’s snowing
10 trillion fluffy stars descending to announce His glory
Slowly, Softly, falling
All at once the Silent Night is white-black with possession
Covering all
Leaving none untouched in Love’s obsession.
Majestically, Mysteriously
In the complex simplicity of each adjacent flake
lying quietly softly warmly fused
Into the depth of one Snow,
To which Love will awaken.
twt 12/14/64
Nice! Is that you on Bellarmine's Newburg Hill?