THE JOURNEY OF A SNOW MELT

Coming down the mountain,

Snow is melting fast,

Causing little rivulets

To join a stream at last.

It flows over granite,

Down to a sun-lit pond,                        

And it hugs the shore a while

Until it forms a bond

With a larger river

That flows through the lea.

It merges with an ocean

In an effort to be free.

It’s a lonely journey 

For a snow melt to make.

It serves as a reminder that

God doesn’t make mistakes.

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