The world passes white
Before my eyes.
Sight is burdened by
Snowy lies.
Still, I trudge on
Through blinding flakes.
Seeking the truth
Living mistakes.
In time it will clear
The snow will be gone.
I'll see for myself
The right and the wrong.
That is my hope.
That is my prayer.
When I come to the end
I'll find truth there.
© 2011 by Jacob Anson. All Rights Reserved.
Our special thanks to Olivier Perrin of Evry, Essone, France, for his gracious permission to use the above photo. Please check out Monsieur Perrin's beautiful photo blog here.
