Temple Snow

By Susan Savage

To one who loves winter

this pilgrimage is so white.

Gone the cut and color of difference,

the clatter of humanity

that wars with birdsong

and gentle thought.

Hearts toward heaven,

voices hushed to sacredness,

focus in unity,

we are one—

all alike before Him,

as snow shapes line to line,

white truth sifting softly,

drink for our seasons.