Snow On Good Friday

Snow On Good Friday

Snow On Good Friday 150 150 Catherine Lawton

We grieve when snow falls
on Good Friday eve.
What about the greening,
the beginnings of spring? when
like manna fallen from Heaven—
“My body broken for you” into
flakes and crumbs—
soft, pure-white flesh
spread upon all that lies
both dormant and sprouting,
at morn reflects the rising sun;
except in rockiest places,
saturates fallow and seeded,
both broken and wasted ground.
Catherine Lawton’s poetry collection, Remembering Softly: A Life In Poems is available through Amazon and Cladach Publishing.


Catherine Lawton

Catherine (Cathy) Lawton has enjoyed producing written expression since she was a toddler scribbling in the margins of her preacher-father's theology books. From age 12 to the present she has written poems, articles, stories, books, and blogs--often for publication. In 1999 she founded Cladach Publishing, where, as publisher and editor she enjoys giving other authors opportunities to share their ideas, expertise, and stories with readers. Cathy's first love is poetry. The compiled poems of her life (so far) comprise a spiritual and emotional memoir of searching faith, sometimes faltering but constantly clinging to hope, while learning to love.

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