March Thirteenth

Snow covered hills hush the mountains
and all is still.
The white robed trees bow in the wind
as soft lit skies pass overhead.
And I am warm within knowing that
my home is guarded
A guardian divine stands watch,
dropping the lace softly
And keeping my home, my family, safe
in His sweet hands.
How I wish I could stay here today,
in the presence of His love.
For some reason He seems closer here,
as if I could touch Him.
I wish I could. I wish I could.

March 13, 1970
By Linda A. Copp ©