Winter Winds

Walking across the yard this evening I could hear the wind snarling in the distant corners of the night. Heavy darkness and fast-falling snowflakes smother all sounds local; the eerie roar of the wind and desperate peals of a few hounds trying in vain to frighten off the coming Arctic chill are the only sounds. Already the barn seems farther away than the several dozen yards I had just hiked and the black quiet settled deep into my heart. How cool is it when, an Arctic freeze, heavy snowstorm, and deep black night bring a peace and calm so sweet that all is invisible except for the beautiful face of Love, and the face belongs to Jesus.