the sons of men filled the earth
with their evil deeds.
And God beheld the desolate wastes
the soiled streets
the bitter brown of barren fields
and the sin of the world
cut him to the heart.
“I will blot from the earth
the memory of these things.
Behold, I will make all things new!”
So he gathered up clouds
from the four corners of the sky,
billows pregnant with promise.
He gathered them in great, dark piles
on the horizon of hills
while the weathermen watched
schoolchildren pressed their noses against the glass.
And God said,
“Let there be snow.”
First, small white flakes
like lace, drifting.
driving snow before it, a blizzard
hiding hills from view
(and the tops of church steeples
and street lights, too).
For forty days
the land was covered in white,
the wretched lines of a wretched world
blurred soft overnight—
as God birthed grace upon the earth.
Citation: “Advent in Michigan” first published in the journal Time of Singing (Winter 2002), in The One Year Coffee With God (Tyndale House Publishers, 2007), and in Light Upon Light: A Literary Guide to Prayer for Advent, Christmas, and Epiphany (Paraclete Press, 2014). Used by permission.