FOOTPRINTS IN THE SNOW
9/23/03

You glow white in the early morning light,
Uninterrupted but for a dark set
Of solitary footprints of the night—
Evidence of a journey unseen yet.
The beautiful solitary walk
Of someone with a determined purpose.
But the footprints are not the ones who talk
They are not the first footprints I’ve noticed
It is you, the pure snow, in which they rest
Who displays peace and radiant glory
And these footprints, in the ultimate test
Will be covered in your endless story
It’s not the path that’s beautiful and wise
It is the place where our own journey lies.