The Last Snow Day

The snow was the icy kind that made a soft tinkling sound as it landed. I was let go early from work and stopped at the store even though the roads were getting bad very quickly. I put a few necessaries in the cart; milk, bread, eggs, but I had come for a few special items; marshmallows, hot dogs, buns. The weather was promising for a snow day tomorrow and I wanted to be ready.

When my kids were just in elementary school experiencing their first snow days, I'd build a fire and we'd roast hot dogs and marshmallows and drink cocoa. Today is a snow day and my kids are now young men, but I got hot dogs and marshmallows, maybe Simon will make cocoa and Zach will build the fire and one more time we will celebrate a snow day together.

How quickly the years have flown by and cliché becomes reality. Down my cheeks stream tears of melancholy and joy for my sons are of good character and humor, compassion and courage, I could want for nothing more.

As the flakes fall today I will warm by the fire, sip cocoa, roast marshmallows and eat a hot dog with my guys; savoring every moment before it melts away like much snow come spring.

Ponderings...

A man who spends his life searching for truth comes to his end realizing it had never been lost. -M.Murphy 1/10/11

Jesus…My Totem; My Muse

Jesus as man you are my totem, the reminder of reality.

You walked like all men walk, up the path that leads to death.

A struggle up Calvary’s hill… a dead man walking.

Before, Behind, Beside, hang the guilty and the repentant

Reality is…You came to die.

It was Your goal, Your destiny, Your prize

Your reason to be…How human of you.

Yet you modeled the climb.

That it can be done blamelessly.

By extending love to the undeserving

And accepting punishment undeserved.

Fully human, you had only the Word of Your Father,

a promise that there was something beyond life’s end…

and You believed Him.

Jesus, as God you are my Muse, the reminder of possibility

You walk the length and breadth of eternity.

Before, Behind, Beside, are the forgiven.

Faith is…You lived again.

It was Your goal, Your destiny, Your prize

Your reason to be…How immortal of you.

You model forever

That it can be…

By extending Love to the undeserving

And accepting the punishment of Another

Fully God, Jesus, I have only Your Word, your Promise

Your Example, that there is something beyond this life’s end…

And I believe You.