Today something different: a February poem for a July day.

2/24/07

The night was crisp and dark

The crooked smile of a new moon

rested in the leafless arms

Of the winter trees overhead

Surrounded by bright stars

But look! some of the stars

Have fallen into the trees:

Yesterday’s snow,

Melted and refrozen

became

Droplets of ice on the branches

Reflecting the moon’s blaze

Which was star?

Which was ice?

Hard to tell.

We, like that snow

Have been reshaped

In Christ, too

Become transparent

And in His light

We are stars in the trees of life

Reflecting His beauty

And carrying His love

To all those around.