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Poetry Pleases: Hot Stars

The sight of falling snowflakes inspired this poem by Caroline Glyn.

Like white-hot stars falling from on high,
Like jasmine blossoms, pearls, or frozen tears,
The snowflakes fell spiralling from on high,
Dying worlds, universes, spheres,
Falling through the endless aged years,
Unknown now, and forgotten in black space.

Still, thousands upon thousands, snowflakes fell,
Swans carrying princesses through the mist,
Winds frozen by some long-forgotten spell;
Yet each fast-dying snowflake has been blessed:
"Thou shalt, my snow, come safely down to rest."
And each one bears an angel of God's grace.


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