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Saturday morning, with two friends, I drove to a funeral in a town deep in the suburbs.
Route 109 was lined with woods still dressed in the finery of last Wednesday's storm: the day's brightness refulgent in limbs shrouded with icy lace.
Before the storm, these same branches gave bare, silent testimony to fall's toll on their shady fullness. Now, a blizzard's blustery magic had blessed them with a wintry wrap and in it all, I found a cold beauty.
A cold beauty...
In the silence my passengers shared with me, I wondered about beauty being cold...
Beauty comes with warmth, with heat: it melts the heart and warms desires...
But here was beauty born of colliding fronts of highs and lows, wind and cold: a great storm flash freezing its unexpected grace on every exposed branch and twig...
The car was warm but our hearts were chilled by loss. We processed down 109's aisle towards the church. I prayed along the way to find the beauty in winter's soul - and faith's warmth in mine. I prayed for the grace to to see that even from ice and snow comes a light and heat, a cold beauty, to melt and thaw grief's hold upon the heart...
A blizzard's blustery magic had blessed the woods with a wintry wrap and in it all, I found a cold beauty...
Every shower and dew, bless the Lord;praise and exalt him above all forever.
All you winds, bless the Lord;praise and exalt him above all forever.
Fire and heat, bless the Lord;praise and exalt him above all forever.
Cold and chill, bless the Lord;praise and exalt him above all forever.
Dew and rain, bless the Lord;praise and exalt him above all forever.
Frost and chill, bless the Lord;praise and exalt him above all forever.
Ice and snow, bless the Lord;praise and exalt him above all forever.
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