The First Snowfall
This poem is a combination of two metaphors: autumn’s colors represent sacrifice, and snow represents peace.
The First Snowfall
The sacrifice is over,
And all the leaves are dead;
What once was full of color
Are grays and browns instead,
And now my heart is mourning,
My tears regret the loss,
I feel the painful burning
That travels with the cross;
But in the midst of sorrow,
An angel calls my name—
I see the winter’s herald,
And peace engulfs the pain,
When white has drowned the sorrow
A glorious light appears:
Through love I find a comfort,
For God is with me here!
(c) 2005 Benjamin Graber
The First Snowfall
The sacrifice is over,
And all the leaves are dead;
What once was full of color
Are grays and browns instead,
And now my heart is mourning,
My tears regret the loss,
I feel the painful burning
That travels with the cross;
But in the midst of sorrow,
An angel calls my name—
I see the winter’s herald,
And peace engulfs the pain,
When white has drowned the sorrow
A glorious light appears:
Through love I find a comfort,
For God is with me here!
(c) 2005 Benjamin Graber
posted by Benjamin Graber | 7:07 PM
4 Comments:
You never get any comments. That's sad, your poetry is great. I really liked this one.
Rachel
Thank you, Rachel. It is encouraging to receive positive comments. May God bless you.
Ben
This poem is so rich- such a balance of beauty and pain that resonates to the core. I happened to stumble upon your blog this morning and am grateful I did!
Jenn, I'm so glad this poem was a blessing to you! Please feel free to share it with anyone else...
Ben
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