Still the Snow

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Maybe I stay awake to write.

Maybe I write to stay awake.

Whatever it is

I hear the darkness

Tickle the belly of

The morning

Hoping

He’ll cry Mercy!

Mercy!

Why the dark

Every night?

Why the cold bed

And feet?

Still,

The snow

Reminds of God’s purity,

Of His unfailing devotion

To keeping us alive

Until

The night is

Complete.

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