My Valentine's comes in all shapes and sizes. His hour; 3 a.m. His palette; the visible yard.
Years of hearts in the snow, on the clothes line or even in the house if the weather was too fierce.
Life size painted Cardboard heart.
Heart stomped in the snow.
All his quiet way.
They speak volumes.
The prudent keep their knowledge to themselves,
but a fool's heart blurts out folly.
The world is transformed with the new fallen snow.
Peaceful and serene.
I am sure to soon be broken when the sleep-over girls awake.
But for now I will savor the quiet.
I will let the Holy Spirit pour over my heart.
I will soak in the Ancient Word as this new day unfolds.
Here are a few gems to ponder:
- A poem, also a children's book. Memorized through the years by our kids. How we love the imagery.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- A reminder of the selflessness of love:
- Finally since most people have experienced a snow day recently, you might enjoy this gem.