Hope and Peace

Hope

Snow.

Pure.

White.

Perfect.

Beautiful.

Miracle.

Isn't it amazing that snow is a particle of dust, surrounded by a droplet of frozen water?

As if peace froze around pain, something amiss in the world,

and then at just the right moment it dropped from heaven,

in the millions,

and the world is left with a blanket of peace.

On the ground, the rooftops, the trees.

Bringing little children joy to romp around in it.

It silences the whole world,

if only for a minute,
giving it hope

that wrong can be made right.

For a minute,

the whole world can forget that there are problems and hurt.

The whole world has hope.