Looking out the window,
branches all around.
Open arms holding up the snow,
or the snow resting on open arms?
Both clinging to each other,
or one melting into the other?
Does it really matter?
Still, looking out the window.
Still, branches upon branches.
Some sturdier than others,
some swaying more than others.
Does it really matter?
More looking out the window,
at those branches and that snow.
Through it all, they just keep gently staying.
Perhaps, that’s all that really matters.

Shine like lights in the world as you hold on to the word of life. – Phil 2:15d,16a