THE LAST SNOWFLAKE

 

As I was descending the steps this morning the wind began to blow

and I was blessed to be outside the moment it began to snow.

When I turned the outside light on…with the sky still painted black

I witnessed the first snowflake of this flurry…the leader of the pack.

He seemed to be in a hurry…once he dove out of his cloud…

determined to say ahead of the other snowflakes in the crowd.

He was quickly followed…all without making a sound

by a host of other snowflakes falling to the ground…

And I stood there smiling…trying to greet each snowflake cheerfully

until there were too many snowflakes falling to thank each one individually.

Soon there I was in the midst of snowflakes falling all around…

and I watched how they melted into one another and blanketed the ground. 

And just about the time…my excitement I couldn’t contain

as quickly as the snowfall started…it began to wane.

But I kept watching the sky…looking up and all around..

determined to greet that last snowflake before it hit the ground.

It felt like I was watching a race…as the snowfall began to decline…

and waiting for that last snowflake to cross the finish line.

I greeted him when he did…and as that last snowflake was dispersed

I thought how that final falling snowflake…was as beautiful as the first.

And I remember thinking the moment that he passed 

How blessed I was to have witnessed this snowfall…

from the first flake to the last.