WHISPERING SNOWFLAKES

Robert J Varrick | 04/28/2024

Photo by Chandler Cruttenden on Unsplash

A white blanket of snow, gently falls:
Flakes of heaven's purity wisp through the air,
kissing the ground with reverence,
glistening in freckles of sunlight.

Each flake, falls with precision of grace
-- fluttering, floating, in brilliant shapes and sizes --
building a wonderland, of winter treasure.
How many flakes? Does it matter?

Just listen; listen to the gentle whisper,
of this falling illumination of whiteness.
Each flake cuts through the air in a dazzling interlude,
resting upon each other in a cascade of brilliance.

Oh how this penetrates, the depth of the soul
-- a heaven's gift of grace --
purifying the barren ground,
reaching inward, purifying the heart and soul.

Oh how gracious are you Lord
with these whispering snowflakes of delicate melodies:
A descending curtain
from your storehouse of heaven.

This unfurling white blanket, builds our fortress,
interlocking your Presence into our heart and soul,
with diligence and with the beauty,
of whispering snowflakes.

Robert J. Varrick

rvarrick@cox.net

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About the Author

Robert J Varrick

Inspirational writings. Open your eyes and see things. Open your heart and feel things. Answering the call.

The Lord calls and waits for the inner-spirit of oneself to respond. It is I, who heard this call through a near-death experience. A journey which has taken me to the light, the way, and the truth—a journey of faith, of the Cross. With the guidance from my spiritual director, and also a small wooden cross I had in my pocket I gave to another person as a compassionate gesture in petition, opens the door to spiritual gifts, and spiritual writing—encounters of spiritual inspirations, reflections and experiences that touch the heart and soul. I have recorded and documented the on-going events in my life as they happened. I have put forth my complete trust in the Lord, and have written the words that come into my heart and soul. These thoughts and actions are not of myself, but inspirations of the Holy Spirit. I have shared my writings with others across the world touching hearts and souls in response to my calling, to glorify the work of the Lord.

My wife and I reside in Connecticut and have a son and daughter and two grandchildren.

rjvarrick@gmail.com

ISAIAH 6:8

Then I heard the voice of the Lord

saying:

“Whom shall I send? Who will be my

messenger?”

I answered, “Here I am, send me.”