She came in winter, with the snow.
It was cold.
She came to a house steeped in sadness,
old and new.
Her presence was required for a reason.
Not everyone welcomed her.
Not everyone in the house was ready to accept God's will, the inevitable.
Not everyone believed...
And still it snowed...
And dawn was long in coming.
They shared new lives, just beginning.
And old lives, near the end.
They shared time.
And the occasional wondering kiss...
But eventually, the time came for her to move on.
And while both of them wished they could
make this work,
make it last.
There was no way.
But just when you think all is lost...
When you're pretty sure God has closed a door
And you find he's opened a window.
And the sun beckons you home.
Ruth Logan Herne, Steeple Hill Love Inspired