The Smallest Snowflake
Christiana was the smallest of all the snowflakes. It
seemed she and her family, along with many other
snowflake families, had been floating always through the
long day as she tumbled delightfully about with her friends.
But their journey took them as well through seemingly
endless freezing cold and darkness. Sometimes the north
wind blew them along their way so hard she could scarcely
breathe. At these times, as much as the bracing wind would
permit, Christiana huddled close to her parents, Celeste and
Chaucer, completely unaware that they were as
uncomfortable as she.
At other times they were assailed by a gust of warmer
air up in the atmosphere that threatened their very lives.
Afraid, the little crystalline beauty would bow her
minuscule head and cry. Celeste and Chaucer tried to shield
and protect their little progeny as best they could.
Sometimes however, it was all they could do to hold on
themselves. The beloved but naive little snowflake was
oblivious to everything but observances from her youthful
perspective and her own unreliable emotions and feelings.
Life seemed to her a series of events: those that made her
feel good, the ones she relished with great glee, and those
that were so traumatic they drove her to despair. These ups
and downs were punctuated with exasperating periods of
Between the frigid wind that blew them, forcing them
along in their descent to the earth, and their greatest foe, the
warm counter-winds that swished by occasionally and
threatened to dissolve them, the snowflake life was much
more treacherous than observers might perceive it to be.
On their flight to the earth, the snowflake highs were
very high indeed. It was almost like a symphony as they
floated along together when none of their enemies were
nearby. The sound of snowflake laughter and singing were
delightful to the ear. But, as quickly as they had begun,
these delightful times became a memory, as worries and
trials became their portion once more.
Each time these difficult periods came 'round again, the
music ceased and tension, fear, and strife shoved aside the
joy and began to rule. Christiana and her peers lived only
for the times of joy, pouting and resisting those that kept
them from their fun. At one particularly dark and trying
hour, Celeste and Chaucer, who had been on this flight
much longer and had learned to take things more in stride,
hovered near their lovely and delicate daughter. "How do
you manage to remain so calm when our enemies are near?"
"My dear", said her father, "When we began this
journey, before you were born, the father of snowflakes, the
one who formed us, spoke a promise for us to hold close to
our hearts along the way."
"Long ago," he said, "because the snowflake journey is
fraught with enemies, I sent my perfect snowflake to the
earth. He made the same journey that all snowflakes make,
but because of who he is, he defeated the foe of the
snowflakes and took away his power. And, if you will but
trust in him and in me, and keep us at the center of your
hearts, and if you will remember that we are with you at all
times, a special wind you haven't known will keep you safe,
guiding you, teaching you, and giving you peace along your
way. Then, no matter what tactic your enemy may use to
try to destroy you, when your traveling days are done, you
will make your landing in a new and better world. I myself
will be there to welcome you. At that point your life here
will be at an end, but you will have fulfilled your purpose
and you will have joy, for from the clouds I will lift you up
to myself once more as I did the perfect snowflake."
[ by Daphne Harrington (firstname.lastname@example.org) -- from 'Daily Wisdom' ]
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