Oh I how I want to know you

the peace of falling snow,
how it moves without effort,
how it whispers its descent,
softly given
the space to fall.

No demand,
no urgency,
only the rhythm
of its own becoming.

I want You to feel
the quiet surrender
of weightlessness,
to know the freedom
of a path unmarked
but still whole.

And for one fleeting moment,
as I watch its free fall,
I am captured by You
just as You are
by the tender letting go.

Let me show You,
the hush between breaths,
the pause where silence blooms,
where the snow finds its purpose
in landing or vanishing,
in holding the world
in a brief, fragile veil.

Do You see how it dances?
Not to be seen,
not to be caught…

but simply to be.
Teach me that grace,
to drift where I am called,
to dissolve when I am done.

Larson Langston

Art: Kerry Darlington