Snowfall

I will write my law not on stone tablets 
but on the pages of the human heart. 
I will write it on their hearts, 
not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God. 
                                                          Universalis Responsory

                                                                     Snowfall
                                            
                                                   The air has become again
                                                       Minute design 
                                                   Lilting down 
                                                       All afternoon
                                                   Like a revelation

                                                   Effortless
                                                      And prismed
                                                   With no need 
                                                      Of syllables
                                                   Or consonants

                                                   Only a
                                                      Surrendering
                                                   Beyond the grasping 
                                                      At meanings
                                                   In emptiness

                                                   That becomes
                                                      The ground of grace
                                                   Where God illuminates
                                                      In every direction
                                                   The small soul

                                                   Like light
                                                      Through each season’s flake
                                                   Falling
                                                      Over the pentameters
                                                   Of the hills

                                                   While the sky
                                                      In all its wisdom
                                                   Opens
                                                      A brief gap
                                                   Before closing shut.