Nor'easter

The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Ps. 19.1

See now the marvelous handiwork of God
in the form of flying icy crystals,
knifing wind;
see His white words drift along deserted streets,
silencing whole cities,
hiding cars;
O come and see the whirling speech of God poured out,
putting to rest the strivings of men,
turning the mouths of children
into wide O's of wonder;
O come and hear His whistling proclamation,
I am the Lord, the Lord Most High.