I spent about an
the other day.
to try to make a feeble
attempt to catch
As the winds blew on that day;
the snowflakes seemed to just float in the air,
so graceful and frail not bothered by the chill.
They landed ever so gently
on the mounds of white that lay at my feet.
I knelt, shivering and trying not to breath my heated breathe upon
the delicate, frozen masterpieces that lay before me.
Billions and billions of droplets
crystallized, crafted and created to bring glory to God.
If God would care about
how each of these snowflakes looked,
how much the more He cares for me!