Conversation With a Snowflake On Christmas Eve I stepped outside, The night was calm, the wind had died. The trees stood silently at ease, Mindful of their sleeping leaves. Countless stars were twinkling bright, Like diamonds sprinkled on the night. A stately moon sailed through the clouds, Which trailed behind in wispy shrouds. A sense of peace within me stirred, The world, it seemed, slept undisturbed. Then something drew my notice, something swirling through the air, Something which, I knew at once, couldn’t possibly be there. It twirled and turned and twisted; it tumbled down toward me, And my eyes grew wide with wonder at this sight that could not be. Yet there it was, a snowflake, a single flake of snow, Glistening like an opal in the moon’s resplendent glow. It hovered for a moment, as if it were perplexed, And I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next. Quite skeptically I watched it, my mind was not yet clear, For this is Houston, Texas, snowflakes rarely visit here. Yet a single flake had fluttered down, from a warm December sky, So I asked myself the questions, “How could this be?… and why?” The Lord above is witness, though you won’t believe it’s so, But I sensed an answer in my mind from that tiny flake of snow. In disbelief I listened, yet most attentively, As this solitary snowflake spoke these words to me. “Nature made me perfect, of unique unmatched design, Humankind cannot transcend the glory that is mine. Yet legend tells of loveliness, which far exceeds my own. Of a flawless, peerless lady, who lives within this home. I’ve journeyed far this Christmas Eve, to do what I must do, To prove the legend falsehood, or else to prove it true.” I beheld with care this snowflake, gleaming brightly in the air, And saw that it was glorious, of a splendor rich and rare. Its symmetry was faultless, its demeanor royal and proud, It was clear this perfect speck of snow was lavishly endowed. I smiled then at the snowflake, at this perfect flake of snow, And pointed toward a window, toward its warm and rosy glow. The snowflake drifted nearer; I moved to let it pass, Then watched it gently settle, upon a pane of glass. ‘Twas then I heard a startled gasp, a sound induced by awe, I knew this perfect snowflake had been stunned by what it saw. I stood beside the snowflake, which now seemed quite subdued, Then I leaned a little closer, knowing what had caused this mood. I looked within the cozy room, where you sat upon a chair, Wrapping scores of Christmas gifts with calm, deliberate care. Your smile outshined an angel’s, your skin was soft, pure down, Your eyes were perfect gemstones, your hair an auburn crown. "Oh my,” the snowflake whispered, “no words I know define, How beautiful this lady is, how lovely and divine. Yes, Nature made me perfect, with this all men concur, But God rules over Nature, and God created her. The legend of the lady, the one I told to you, Isn’t myth or fable; the legend…it is true.” As I listened to this snowflake speak of you so reverently, Once more I humbly realized how much you mean to me. I smiled softly at the snowflake, at this perfect flake of snow, And then I slowly nodded, and then I said, “I know. The Lord, you see, has blessed me, by making her my wife, And every day I cherish her, and shall for all my life. She’s beautiful, as you have seen, that truth is very clear, And the loveliness within her heart grows brighter every year.” Still as stone the snowflake hung, suspended in the air, But I could sense it understood the words I chose to share. The snowflake then departed, buoyed by a friendly breeze, It ascended slowly upward, above the sleeping trees. It wavered there a moment, as if to fix its route, Then vanished in an instant, like a candle just blown out. About to leave, I paused, for a message sent my way, It seemed this friendly snowflake, had something more to say. “Countless others of my kind await my swift return, They’re eager to discover, the truth that I have learned. I know that they will want to see this lady you revere, So expect a heavy snowfall, on Christmas Eve next year.”