Change
Yesterday
Was
All
Saints’
Sunday
The afternoon came late with snow
Enough to cover the browns of fall
And cover most everything with the white of winter.
Change.
It is not enough that it’s change.
This one, many of us would have wished, would have waited a month or more.
Makes for a long winter, or so we say.
We don’t mind change, we just want to be in control. We want to choose what change comes our way and forms our futures becoming our past.
So what change would we choose?
The lists are endlessly wishful, and just about totally impossible.
So what to do with this change, this snow change.
It’s a little thing, really, snow in November.
It’s the cold, the cost for fuel which may become impossible.
And that is not just a little thing.
Which does not melt the snow or reduce the cost for fuel.
What can one do with such a change?
It’s simple.
By morning more snow floated loose from the clouds
Onto the brow-beaten ground that is as much home as anywhere;
It’s enough to ski on.
And it’s enough to make a great time preparing for the winter to come.
Snow.
For Saints all, it is an opportunity,
an opportunity to turn what many will complain about,
into a graceful chance to enjoy the wonders of creation.
Wonders are many, and the thankfulness one holds
For the little things,
Or the big things,
That make cold into a gift and wonder.
The canoe is stored for the winter; it’s too dangerous to canoe with water so close to freezing as one glides on the ripples, waves and fish spinning galore.
And the skis are ready.
Tomorrow will be the day to first cross country ski on the ground that God created and called good.
All will be well, all will be well, all manner of things will be well.