No two snowflakes,
It is said, to pander to our pride In our uniqueness, as if it weren’t inherent, No two snowflakes are just alike. But if we are not like, how can we be met By another and understood to the fullest Of our being, how may we be seen? Not by our own wit or merits, that’s certain. And so we pass here and there, drifting alone, Or we dive headlong to the ground, to melt, To meld so that we may be like, near solidly Like and inseparable, till we change form. Here now we are fluid beings, running off To join a stream and then a larger body, Or if the pressure is just right we’ll go silently To vapor, shapeless and unsure of ourselves. No two snowflakes, It can be said, to appeal to our wonder In our creator, as if His word could return void, No two snowflakes are just alike. Comments are closed.
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