Religion (sonnet)


In every flake that falls there is a soul
That, having fallen, becomes as if one
With all the others in the bank or drift
That waits for the swift return of the sun.
Then, as snow melts, returning to the ground,
Along its pathway germinating seeds,
It joins the even greater congregation
In water tables, serving all our needs.
With each reincarnation of the snow,
With every happy purpose thus fulfilled,
The souls of those who, in life, feared so much
Become meditative and their fears are stilled.
Eventually, all return to snow.
This, too, may be the truth; how can we know?


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
This entry was posted in Philosophy, Poetry, Sonnet, Winter. Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to Religion (sonnet)

  1. That’s absolutely beautiful. Makes me wish for spring!

So what do you think?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s