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. (paperback, ebook, audio book)