Mietzke's Holden Adventure

Three Words

I found a piece of heaven in the falling snow
So subtle, almost hidden in the clearing beneath these powdered trees
I look out across the white clearing and for a moment I see only vast whiteness in piles and billows, hills and valleys
But as my eyes adjust to the white, as I slow my pace and take in the wonder heaven appears gently with dips and curves, a path leading to the heart of God
I walk to the entrance; depths and shadows curves and straights taking shape before my eyes as if appearing from a mist though there is none there
I shed my scarf and hat and unzip my coat a bit to let the cold brush my skin and then I enter in silence, only my snow shoes make a noise as they break through the new snow and pack the path down
I walk in silence breathing deep breaths and relaxing into my work for the spirit is moving within me propelling me forward in short bursts unraveling all that I have raveled in the week
My breaths come fast as I use these good feet and legs to widen the path to my very own center. At times I am, as if in a daze with all the curves and straights I am lost in thought and my path is not completely clear to me save for the pace in front of me, How close am I to your heart oh God? I want to feel it beat with in me.
I walk on pausing to catch my breath from time to time feeling like I have spent an eternity here on this path not really going anywhere and then to my surprise I can see the center just ahead and it has not really taken me long at all
I wait in the center waiting for the profound to take hold but instead a gentle soft wind is the only thing stirring the snowflakes round my head
I set to work to widen the path around the center and catch small glimpses of myself in my work and three words come.

It.

Is.

Good.

I smile to myself knowing that I am waking to something living within me, if only for a moment, I have caught the scent of love on the wind and it is all for me
The path out from the center takes far less time for I have already done the difficult work
I have taken that moment of quiet to listen and I am reminded that I am alive truly alive and I am love
I found a subtle piece of heaven in the snow that embraces me on my way back through these powdered trees through the mists of my own creation
I carry with me the knowledge that heaven does exist here and now but heaven is a journey