storm
grey-white sky sifts down
in feathery fragments,
and gradually
the world disappears.
I suppose someone
somewhere
will find it beautiful,
but here, today,
i am only cold.
An effort to brighten darkness with gentle humor and loving truth... a desire to discern both love and truth more and more clearly when I gaze toward Glory... and a spirit-name, properly descriptive, unrequested but received, my own.