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Idaho Winter Landscapes

Early morning on a back road outside of Rexburg, Idaho.

The Wall

by Rachel Schoeny

Sometimes it snows

And snows

And snows.

“Where’s the end?” We cry out

But nobody knows.

It doesn’t stop,

And our spirits, they drop

As the wall grows higher

And higher

And higher

Until we can’t see

And we call God a liar.

And patiently He sits,

Waiting for us to see

The beautiful sunrise just beyond our decree

For the winter to halt it’s cold, candid cruelty.

But finally we choose

To open our eyes

And our hearts start to weep

In wondrous surprise

As the sight that was there

But was hidden from view

Becomes so much bigger

And we remember, He knew.

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