Blanket Of Snow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Windows curtained from inside, keep all eyes from prying,
not wanting anyone to take away from them, chapels stay
hidden until you step inside.

Then their beauty falls gently upon you as if it were snow,
covering your life gently for the little while you stay
inside.

Unlike snow, it disappears when you step outside into the
cold, unyielding, populated world.

When life gets too hectic all of us like to step inside
little chapels and let His love fall upon us just like snow.

Covering us with a blanket of love, peace and joy, a blanket
which no one can give to us but God.