A Jewish boy walked me home last night.
He held my hand as I gushed about You.
The soggy cool of Midwestern winter
Filled our lungs and padded our steps.

I imagined I was in your snow globe:
You strategically shook the tiny plastic flakes
And smiled, seeing them swirl
Around us as we whispered.

I hope that he thought about You,
On his walk alone across the fields
After we had said goodnight.
That his globe water was a little less frozen,

Perspiring in your colossal palms
As you patiently wait to shake
His world awake with grace,
As You so love to do.