I watched as the white of snow
starched the earth clean of sins â€”
like the Savior washed me white
by his blood.Â It seemed a stark
contrast of his shedding white for
red and the earth shedding scarlet
for white, but I think He favors the
irony just as much as we do. I stood
in the bone numbing cold of winter,
letting its reflection embrace me tight.
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