Stone – A Snowflake Has No Purpose

A Snowflake Has No Purpose

the mad wind’s night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow.”        from The Snow-Storm by Ralph Waldo Emerson 

“Be transformed by the renewing of your mind”       Romans 12:2

A snowflake has no purpose;
comes not as a prophet
with words of comfort or warning,
heaven sent.
It whirls here and there
wherever the wind takes it.

Winter’s vagrant,
it cannot say, “Ye must repent
or bring good tidings
to a fallen world.
Being deaf and dumb
it cannot make a clever argument

seeking to win
with wisdom or a cunning wit
the fame, riches, power
to make God’s kingdom come.
It cannot wave a papal blessing
from the parapet

or stand in purple robes
beneath a sculpted architrave
and like Herod Agrippa
speaking as a god.
Despite its lovely glister
it has no power to heal or save.

But when it floats,
falls, flurries or flutters
down to join others of its kind,
a hidden order emerges,
and the impermeable line
between nature and miracle blurs.

Thaumaturgy occurs
as cars become coaches,
corn silos convert to gothic cathedrals;
a kind of sanctum sanctorum
descending on the world
transforms in a twinkling everything it touches.


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