Saturday, 17 December 2011

Snow and Salvation


By what are you saved? And how?
Saved like a bit of string,
tucked away in a drawer?
Saved like a child rushed from
a burning building, already
singed and coughing smoke?
Or are you salvaged
like a car part -- the one good door
when the rest is wrecked?

Do you believe me when I say
you are neither salvaged nor saved,
but salved, anointed by gentle hands
where you are most tender?
Haven't you seen
the way snow curls down
like a fresh sheet, how it
covers everything,
makes everything
beautiful, without exception.

By Lynne Ungar

H/T to Blue Eyed Ennis for this lovely poem. The Advent before last I was particularly taken with a beautiful post from the Colophon blog (now the i-Benedictine blog) written by the nuns of East Hendred  in which they liken the snow to Advent, something that descends softly and gently into our hearts and souls, silencing and transforming the world with its impossible purity.


  1. Sue, I love the idea of being salved. Such overtones of comfort and healing and blessing.

  2. Another beautiful find. Have you thought of compiling an anthology? Either on paper (horrors!) or a website?

    :- )

    Iffy Vicar

  3. Glad you all like it. Nice idea to run a poetry website - think I have my hands full with blog and work and family and dog though!