Past Snowstorms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Past Snowstorms



All of eternity is held in hands of God as He watches
our love for Him being expressed through our gifts
and talents.

Every day, on fields of glass, cutting our ways inside
of amazing blizzards of glistening tears on December
days, lying in past snowstorms.

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