Words fall like snow

1/16/13 - the view from my step.

1/16/13 – the view from my step.

Snow falling lightly.
Pajama’s all day.
A long chat with mom.
Coffee pot decreasing.
Dancing orange flames in the stove.
Warm. Comfortable. Content.

Silly text messages with my wife.
Moments with my God.
New life for a transplant friend,
Smiling in hospital photos.
Country music in the background.
A warm puppy curled into a ball.
A message from an old friend.

Chapter One.
The words spilling onto my screen
describing hard, beautiful memories.
Writing all day.
Lord, use it.

The rumble of a snow plow.
The echos in a silent house.
Photographs on lamp tables.
Thoughts of preparing dinner.
Brownies baking.
Life, so different now.
Life so good.

Email to a hurting friend.
Lord, ease her pain
or use it to teach her
how much you love.

Online laughs with my sisters.
A phone moment with my son.
I wonder how Jake is doing today.
Did Shara catch Josh’s cold?
Always on my mind.
Always on my heart.

Outside my window
the dirt and mud of yesterday
covered with fresh snow.
White, white snow.

Yesterday’s mud,
Yesterday’s pain,
Yesterday’s sins,
Today, whiter than snow.

Whiter than snow.
Wash me and I will be whiter than snow.

Psalm 51:7


About Scott Linscott

Living life to the fullest, walking in the dust of my Rabbi, creating art through photography and written word, speaking words of hope wherever and whenever the opportunity arises.
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