Lamenting Snow

A child peers out from a castle embrasure,

peering out he sees tiny balls of white flutter the sky

when they hit the ground, the child wonders why

the parents find the child staring outside

enjoying the weather my child

father, mother

the snow is lamenting

this is wild

what is this you say?

look don’t you see them

Child, whatever do you mean?

the snow

there are people suffering

they scream,

No! what’s this, they stream

balls of tears I see as well

I can’t believe how hard they all fell

Child, I still don’t understand

The snow, it flurries and laments

Each drop contains

People and their wrongful choices made throughout their lives

disgruntling judgement falls upon them

Sometimes it comes swiftly as night turns to day

and sometimes it takes longer

perhaps when they are old and gray

Are you saying you can see all this in the flakes of snow?

Sure, you need only peer out to see this unfold

My child this is wisdom beyond years

No

mother, father, this is providence

This is fear

How so?

Tell me do you remember every one of your choices when you brought me up

Mother, father, I do

and they are as large as an overflowing cup

Some were destructive and cruel

And other things were stolen by you like precious jewels

I weep for you both

Don’t cry child it’ll be ok

No, it won’t

I fear in the future you’ll both wither away

from this earth and be no more

What do you mean?

Well, this snowflake I see is rather huge

And keen….

Enough child would you look at that!

The sun’s finally here!

The snow slowly wanes now!

Child smiles gleefully

Mother, father, Indeed how bright it is!

This is our one delight

This is our Hope

That we like the snow

won’t lament forever in our wrongful choices

Rather We’ll leave, We'll Grow

Hey hello in there!

Sir!

Snap out of it!

A man awakens and finally comes to

Where’d you go are you ok?

He grabs a small painting of his parents off his mantelpiece

Walks over to his castle embrasure

And peers out as snow continues to fall

Wiping tears from his eyes he says

I was just thinking about the snow

Lamenting when it falls

Because every time I’m reminded

that

Wrongful choices have consequences

And no matter when the time

Present, past, or future

In the end we all woe.