most good things in life are fleeting
snowflakes that flutter on the breeze
beautifully formed in crystal patterns
suddenly blend into the white blanket on the ground
ephemeral, never to be admired again

constantly I forget not to chase those snowflakes
captivated by the thought of their beauty
in awe of their delicate dance
I get so caught up in their being
they are so suddenly gone

you
the way, the truth, the light
the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow
you are the only good thing in this life
you are not fleeting
you are forever

and with your fingers you untangle
the cobwebs that have cluttered my mind
and you trace delicate crystal patterns in the darkness
as you show me what I have been missing
and begin to show me what is to come

the night has grown darker and the
snowflakes begin to howl in the strong winds of the
snowstorm outside of my window
even still, I want to chase them
but you bring me back to safety
you bring me back to you