1985
One cold winters Morning
I dropped to my knees in prayer,
Snow and Ice were at the window,
I asked
Lord ?
Are You really there?
I asked for a sign, I begged and I pleaded
I made promises, if you granted what I thought that I needed
His response is embedded forever in my mind
A beautiful wintry moment,
Frozen
forever
in time.
A fluttering disturbance,
through the frosted glass Caught my eye,
I was filled with peace and wonder
To stunned to question why.
In a cold northern state, at the wrong time of year,
When blue Jays and cardinals are all that are here. . .
It Was A Dove.
A beautiful White Dove, Sent from Him for me to see,
Through the cold impersonal glass,
separating it from me.
Glowing white purity,
In A halo of sunlight,
It beat against my window pane
In a graceful Hovering flight.
How symbolic, how beautiful,
when I look back and clearly see,
How frantic was the beat of wings
As He reached out to me.



