Brilliance of flash on falling snow
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First season's snowfall on a hushed world;
Chill wind bites through my sandals' open toes.
The peace of air sift through by glit'ring white
Speaks full of all that God proclaims to us:
"Now cease to strive, and know that I am God1
I send the snow to all, both right and fell2.
But here—sit still, seek me3, my voice4, my call5;
For have I not to you bequeathed my all6?"