Snow dust

For whatever reason, I seem to have the blessing of efficacious weather prayers. If we get a huge snowstorm, I have not prayed for it.

The East Coast

Got our usual snow.

They are buried

While we

Have snow dust.

The duck lady in red

Across the way

Must have bags and bags

Of corn

In her garage.

More bent over now

She is ready

Even for snow dust

Even for a hint

Of snow.

She prays for snow.

I almost think

Of snow prayer with her.

Then I don’t.

How lovely is this?

So...the day after Christmas, with the nativity on the front table, the wise men waiting to arrive, the tree decorated. the presents opened... the day after Christmas she calls and tells me the Second Coming is now. How lovely is this.

How lovely is this:

A call from a friend

Who says

The Second Coming is here.

Do I feel the difference?

Do I see him?

I hold my cup of hot coffee

In the dinosaur mug,

Warm in my hands,

Watch the duck lady.

She waits for snow

To feed the ducks,

Checks her corn supply

Every morning.

Jesus has come again,

Duck Lady.

He is already here.

Jesus is here.

How lovely is this?