I woke up this morning,
Suddenly the world was white.
A strange light flooded through the window
And the sky was heavy.
Outside everything sags under a blanket
Of white - pure white.
Not a footprint, not a mark,
Just pure, white silence.
The world looks so beautiful today:
Country lane, rubbish tip, factory,
- All the same,
Under a covering of pure, clean white.
Not so yesterday – or tomorrow.
This soft white blanket covers
A multitude of sins,
Ugliness – our ugliness.
We can whitewash our pain,
Hide our wounds under a blanket of pride.
But, thank God, with time, healing goes deep –
Not just icing on the cake.
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