By Norma Vera
Sitting by my window trying to write next month’s article, I am fascinated by the snow coming down over the West Texas Plains. Running through my mind is a poem written by a young unknown writer. She died broken and alone during the early part of the Civil War. Among her manuscripts was found the poem, “Beautiful Snow”.
It’s one of the most impressive pieces of writing I have ever read. This young girl was expressing her sense of failure, loss and emptiness in a century long since passed. I believe John W. Watson or T.B.Reed have the rights to the poem. Let me quote a few stances.
Oh! The snow the beautiful snow,
Filling the sky and the earth below!
Over the house tops over the streets
Over the heads of the people you meet
DANCING, FLIRTING, SKIMMING ALONG
Beautiful snow it can do no wrong,
(Skipping a few stances)
RINGING, SINGING, DANCING THEY GO. . .
Over the Crust of the new fallen snow –
Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,
To be trampled in mud by the crowed rushing by,
To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of feet,
Till it blends with the horrible filth in the street.
Once I was pure like the snow—-but I fell!
Fell like a snowflake, from heaven to hell;
(Skipping a few more stances, it says.
How strange it should be that the beautiful snow
Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go!
The greatest cry I have ever heard is the cry of our need to be loved. We mistake love with emotions. True, it has emotions but it goes deeper than goose bumps. The kind of love our soul hungers for is very deep and its hunger pangs are felt even deeper. Sadly, the cry, in many cases, falls on deaf ears.
I never met a soul that was not hungry for love. We crave it like the parched desert ground craves moisture. Of all the things we have to give or receive, there is none greater than love. Nothing wounds the spirit deeper, makes us more dysfunctional or fills us with more insecurities than the lack of love.
I wonder what happened to the young girl who wrote, “Beautiful Snow?” Did her cry go unheard before God as it did with man? I like to believe that God heard her cry and responded quickly because this is the cry of our own hearts: “Somebody love me.”
God sent His son to fill the void in our hearts. Jesus is the beautiful
snow that came down from heaven. He knew that many would trample His love
under their feet, but He came anyway because He loves us more than life
itself. How strange it is that His beautiful love would fall on sinners
with nowhere to go but fortunately for us, it does. May this month find us full of His love to the point where it spills over to a dying and hurting world.
Have Happy Valentine’s Day!
Norma Vera is a member of the North Texas Christian Writers. She has written devotions for The Secret Place and writes articles for her Church Blog “Tapestry Talk. She has translated Pastor Gary Delay’s book, “Transformation” from English to Spanish and writes in both languages. She is working on bilingual children’s books and has a blog called “Grandma Teach Me Wisdom” at http://grandmateachmewisdom.blogspot.com. She is working on a book by the same title.