How shall the Mighty River
reach the tiny seed?
See it rise silently
to the sun's yearning,
sail from a winter's cloud
flake after silent flake
piling up layer upon layer
until the thaw of spring
to meet the seedling's need.
Make tender, Lord, my heart;
release through gentleness
Thine own tremendous power
hid in the snowflake's art.
ANTOINETTE ADAM
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