Your Presence is Near - Julianne Lepp

Your Presence Is Near

We have not forgotten
In nature we seek you
In the whisper of wind
In the new green wood

Your presence is near

We have not lost hope
In the dust of the desert
In the rush of the wave
In the rise of the mountain

Your presence is near

We remember the cycle
In the promise of blossoms
In the dying leaves
In the bare branches

Your presence is near

Snow in the South

My children got to throw snowballs at one another for the first time. The neighbors made a snowman, and our other neighbor really wanted to give us a carrot for a snowman. Kiernan thought it made a nice digging implement for the snow, but was not interested in the effort to shape snow.

Maybe I'll make a snow lady tommorow - give her a great hat and maybe a baby carrot nose. Let's hope that the snow and ice make it off the roads, because Atlantans truly panic at the sight of white on pavement.