Found on 5-19-16. Harish Malik on google+.
One cold winter, I ventured into the woods.
I sunk knee-deep into snow and felt anxiety
Just for a moment. I was fearful of falling
And not being able to get up and move on.
The sun was out, blazing with all of its glory.
The sky was a deep blue color that you
Could lose yourself inside of for hours.
It was hard to tear my eyes away from
All that blue sky that spoke of tenderness.
The earth was covered in a blanket of
Soft delicate snow that made your heart
Ache with the purity of its cool, restful touch.
I stumbled forward into the eternal silence
Of the woods, feeling the breath of nature
Gently blow against my cheek with a light caress.
I was mesmerized by a light cool breeze
That kissed my cheeks and made them red.
Even though my hands were covered with gloves,
The cold seeped through until my fingers were numb.
I walked to keep my blood flowing and came upon
A small creek that cut a path through the clean snow.
The sound of the creek was full of musical notes.
The tinkling sound almost created a song of joy.
The sun shinned its rays onto the snow below
And it sparkled like a thousand diamonds.
It took my breath away, and I knelt
Before God, in Nature’s Church, and gave thanks
For the beauty that surrounded me and
The peace that now dwelt within my soul.