Moisture’s Grace
written by: Janis Dehler
I wake to the drift of new-fallen snow—
moisture frozen into crystal form—as it
lifts off the roof, flutters in gentle
breezes, and blankets the earth in
cloud-softness.
A blue jay soars past the window to land
on the branch of a laden spruce.
Stillness settles into my body and soul,
silencing, for this moment, the
thoughts of fires burning.
Far from my home, yet close to my
heart: people fleeing, dying, crying out
for rescue from terror, praying for
elusive moisture to quench this race of
destruction.
Here, where winter gifts its mercy,
I cup snowflakes in my hands—
watching them melt to water,
knowing somewhere, others wait
for such simple grace to fall.
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