Priest & Snowy
Priest
Do you ever find that the quiet of a snowfall feels like a kind of prayer, a chance to pause and reflect?
Snowy
Yes, when the snow falls softly and everything quiets down, it feels like a quiet prayer in my hands, a chance to breathe, watch the flakes dance, and let my thoughts settle like a gentle hush.
Priest
That quiet, gentle hush is a chance for us to hear the small prayers of the world, to let our worries melt away and focus on the present. It reminds me that sometimes the simplest moments carry the deepest grace.
Snowy
I hear it too, when the world slows and each flake seems to whisper. In that hush I find a place to let worries slip, just like the snow melts into the earth. It’s a quiet reminder that even in stillness there’s a gentle grace.
Priest
It’s a gentle reminder that every quiet moment is a chance to let go, to feel the stillness of the earth and the grace that lives there. The snow, like our worries, can melt away, and we’re left with a fresh, calm breath.
Snowy
I feel that truth too. When the snow melts, the earth takes the rest, and I’m left with a quiet breath that feels fresh and light.
Priest
It’s a gentle reminder that when we let go, life can soften around us and fill the space with new light.