The Snowy Cross

The Snowy Cross

I came upon a snowy cross.

In silhouette by white refined the stark, dark dross.

It seemed so purely placed there

As if angel wings had touched it where-

A Savior once strained against his ties

And his forgiveness from the crossbars flies.

Is its size diminutive?

How fooled our eyes to think that grace would not live.

One of the crosses thrice

Had been reformed in the ice.

The arms of the piece once so straight and neat

Had shifted, twisted, and turned in their icy keep.

The timbered post

That once helped body and soul turn to Ghost

Were made as wings of birds in flight

One reaching upward and the other twirled toward Earth with great might.

It seemed to almost come to life

This snowy cross that caught the light

And in the snow it lived anew

As moisture to the ground renews.

I’ll see what grows there in the spring

And place on the cross a wreath of flowery offering.