A Shadow Leaves No Mark

The fury of the wind has passed.The pelting sleet lies still at last,And through the drifting clouds, the sunIs chasing shadows till they runTo native nothingness. And lo!The deepest shadows when they goLeave not a print upon the snow.

And human passions rise to thrashLike blizzard winds that whip and lash.But hid in Truth I calmly wait.Before His love the mists abateTill mental shadows they have castAre thinned to nothingness at last.And lo! no marks when they have passed.

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