Creator’s Wind

A tiny snowflake falls
blown through trees
on waves of wind
softly touches my cheek.

There its beauty melts away,
forms tears that fall,
wet my feet.
How can such a tiny thing

pull down my inside world?
My soul awash with joy,
ideologies fall, subside 
under the beauty of grace.

 A poem from Vocation as Resistance © Craig A. Roberts 2022. 
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