Snow Angel

I have a gift for you.
Here it is, at your disposal:
A clear blue sky,
Glistening sun,
A snowy field,
silence.
You are invited, if you choose,
To lay down.
No one is forcing you.
You may remain on your feet,
Walk those sensible boots back to a warm, dry place.
No one will know.
Or you may, if you choose,
Nestle yourself
Into this perfect snow, soft and deep,
Prepared to hold you.
Your hair will get wet, you will feel like a fool.
But you are invited, if you choose,
To a radical and rebellious act,
To allow this moment to be frivolous and unimpressive,
To afford silliness,
To be unproductive, and still
Beloved.
You may, if you choose,
Lay down in this perfect snow,
Raise your arms above your head,
Stretch your legs out wide,
Take up space,
And leave behind for the cows and birds,
An image of an image of God.

Written January 8, 2022 at Corhaven, Virginia.