ACCUMULATION
We watch the fragile snowflakes fall,
Swirling around bewitching to all,
Some fall quite slowly, others come fast
Depending how the winter wind is cast.
One snowflake melts as it touches a hand,
But as they fall, determined to cover the land
Those fragile things can become a great force,
Slowing and stopping the traffic in it’s course.
Cities are silenced, by the snow’s gentle hand
As together those snowflakes cover the land,
Each one counts however small it may be
To make mountains of snow way past your knee.
It buries cars and blocks you inside your door,
You look up at the sky and know there’s more,
Who’d think delicate flakes could do such a thing?
So much work, damage and chaos it could bring.
Now if snowflakes can do this, what about us?
To spread the truth we quite often make a fuss,
But if we work together as true saints as one
There is nothing in this world that cannot be done.
Work together like snowflakes as they gently glide,
Don’t think one will not matter so your talent hide,
But hand in hand press onward with any worthy goal,
Serve the Master every day with all your heart and soul.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson December 4, 2002