Dear God, Infinite Eternal Beauty, the sun is shining on a foot or more of snow. The world is made of powdered diamonds.
The day is cold. A brisk wind fondles the hair of Winter’s long white beard. High above, a shepherd is driving his shining flocks to new blue pastures.
The roads are open and sanded. The evergreens drip with ermine and shimmer with sequins. Blue jays scream.
The river sparkles in the embrace of her lover, the ice. And hunters follow the tracks of dogs and deer.
I love, O Lord, the beauty of your world, and the land where your beauty hovers.
From Psalms of a Sinner, Abbey Press, (1976) Psalm 24, out of print
