Natural-Born Jeremiah 17.19 I am a liar, natural-born. I find it more convenient to equivocate or stretch the truth, than to accept the fate truth might impose. What’s more, I am the kind of person who will take the credit due to others, tarnish your good name, or steal as much as I desire. I’m being real here, friend; it is my nature to pursue whatever I decide is best for me. I get these feelings, deep inside my soul, and they’re authentic; they exert control, and therefore must be what is right, you see. __You’ll say, “Such feelings will dismantle you.” __But what’s a liar, natural-born, to do? When Snow Falls Psalm 147.15-18; Hebrews 1.3 When snow falls, as it is just now, then I become transfixed somehow. I stare in wonder and delight as everything outside turns white. Amid the falling flakes I seem to part the veil of some bright dream, as silence, like a welcome guest, arrives, and with him, peace and rest. I try to lock on to one flake as it descends. What does it take to craft a thing of such unique and delicate design? Don’t speak to me of science here; I know the science of each flake of snow, and how it forms, and why snow storms occur. I understand the norms and laws. What gives me pause and cause to wonder, and what frankly awes me—as that one flake disappears into the tapestry that cheers my soul—is pondering the start of each flake’s journey, and its part in this great work of art which grows before my eyes, and what it shows me of the beauty and the power of Him Whose Word commands this shower and crafts each crystal masterpiece, then sets it firmly in the slot or crease for which it was intended, to present to my admiring view this winter wonder. And I see, in this luxurious gallery, unseen realities, and all the cosmos, all things vast and small, held in their place, fulfilling their appointed purpose everywhere according to the One Whose love snows down upon us from above incessantly, though typically ignored. How callous we can be. T.M. Moore’s poetry has appeared in numerous journals, and he has published five volumes of verse through his ministry’s imprint, Waxed Tablet Publications. He is Principal of The Fellowship of Ailbe, he and his wife, Susie, reside in Essex Junction, VT.