Fill Up With Snow

Paul Keggington

December 29, 2009

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Robert Frost’s poem Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening is delightfully suited for a Franciscanized World winter reflection:

09-009.JPGWhose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow…


The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.


09-028.JPGThe woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.

Do you have any snowy tales of yester-year or today? These  ‘snow’ photos drifted in from the Franciscan Sisters of Christian Charity serving in West Point, NE after the last praire wind blizzard. Join them in praising God for Sister Snow!

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