The Blizzard Poem by Edwina Reizer

Blinding whiteness came so fast.
Nothing could I see.
The wind was howling and I knew
The snow would bury me.
The bitter cold attacked my toes,
Followed by my fingers.
My clothes were wet and soggy
With dampness that just lingers.

I knew I must keep trying to move
If I wanted to survive.
But the will to go on was hard to find,
The will to stay alive.
It would be easier to lay myself down
And quietly wait for death.
I tried to conserve my energy
With every slowed down breath.

I said my prayers and cried some tears
Which froze upon my face.
I thought about my family at home
And hoped they’d find this place.
The snow was like a blanket of white
And I thought that I did see
The light of heaven shining down,
A light that was calling to me.

But then I heard the voice of angels
Who’d come to rescue me.
Snowmobiles whose lights were bright
And hands so tenderly
Raised me from my frozen tomb
And brought me back from the dead.
As the wind and whiteness slowly subsided
I looked up at them and said
“Thank you.”