Fall....Anew

Patterns imprinted in the
snowflake
One of a kind
No other will ever
be exactly the same
The creation is unique
The pattern.... its song
Sung only once in its descent
Resting.....
vibrating on the ground in the
sweet silent hum of chorus
emoting from a hill of snow
A village of snowflakes....
fallen

Patterns in a life can be
beautiful
Or they can destroy you
They may allow destruction
The one owning the pattern that destroys
searches for the pattern of demise
carried by the other
and we are fallen.....descending once
again

In the deconstruction, however
is the rebuilding
Today I rebuild my pattern, I fall
anew from the sky of
my decisions
Imprinted upon my newborn pattern.....
grace,
peace, wisdom