If there’s one thing that makes the good people of Pennsylvania panic it’s snow! I’m amazed at that their respect for snow. They’ll even preemptively cancel school or activities if there is the slightest chance of snow.
This morning I woke up to a white blanket of snow and a “School Closure” posting on the seminary website. All classes are cancelled today! I get to stay inside today with my new best friends Herman Bavinck and Francis Turretin — both reformed theologians whose work I’m reading for Doctrine of God.
In honor of my snow day, I present from seasons of grace by mark a. noll his poem Snow . . .
Snow
The snow floats down, fluffing the city to death.
Children and those at peace like sails
catch the surge, mastered giggle-like, and roll
into the snow across the wide, wide spaces
white; the wraith – lovely, inscrutable – calls.
Cars begin to sputter and curse; one by one
withered white they die
as buttoned, capped, and booted, you and I
go dancing, tromping, dancing by,
Where ever you are today stay warm and enjoy the coming weekend.
