Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Heaven's Blanket - A Metaphor for Change
I pulled my chair next to the window to watch the falling snow. The snow looks like tiny dancing flakes floating down from heaven to land softly on earth’s floor to form a smooth white blanket. This is nature’s show sent by God, I thought, to calm with sweet serenity what lies beneath the heavens. I could stay here forever watching the white circlets twist and turn with the wind in the direction of heaven’s blanket.
My peaceful trance was interrupted by Robert and his friends. The boys trampled over heaven’s gift with their heavy galoshes, screaming with delight. They bent down with mittened hands to scoop clumps of heaven’s blanket to toss at one another in joyful play. The white shower continued to fall from heaven, but as it landed, the boys continued their gleeful play to run on heaven’s blanket, distorting the smooth surface. As they continued to run and play, bits of brown earth were tossed on the white blanket and it lost its purity and peaceful beauty. I looked upward to see that the falling snow had lost its tempo, and was going away. I looked out the window, disappointed that my peaceful feeling was gone.
As I started to leave, I moved my eyes to the distant field where no one ever played. The snow had covered the barren field with the glory of heaven’s blanket. The old leafless trees that once stood tired and unimpressive were now fascinating structures covered in white snow ornaments. Each branch reached out with different shapes formed by the virgin snow. I stared at the scene for hours, feeling the peaceful joy of God’s gift. All I needed to do was look up from the trampled scene in front of me, to see the beauty and peaceful bliss that stood untouched in the distance.