The snowflake floated
and fell on my arm.
It melted
and caused no harm—
but a small kiss
of cold and wet.

I watched as another
and more and more fell
in designs
of glitter and lace.
Each one fell
into its place.

Could this be
a picture of grace?

“Washed whiter than snow”
is the picture we know,
and it’s true—
in sunshine
the drifts are so bright!
What a comfort
becomes then this sight.
A gift—
a gift of His might
and mercy and love
does this show.

Yes,
a gift is this snow.