God’s Healing and Peace in a Snowstorm

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. – John 14:27


My youngest son is learning a brilliant, beautiful poem: The First Snow-Fall, by James Russell Lowell.

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I wanted to share it here not only because of the winter season, but also because of Lowell’s masterful use of metaphors, particularly those related to his faith. First, he describes the scene before him; and in the second half of the poem, he describes a time, place, and heartbreak he recalls as the father of a child who has passed away.

Despite the sad poignancy of this poem, it is filled with hope and peace as well – for Lowell knew the Source of true peace.

I hope you’ll have a few moments to unpack the incredible visual and emotional detail in this poem. May your heart be blessed and inspired.


The First Snow-Fall

James Russell Lowell

The snow had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.

Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear for an earl,
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree
Was ridged inch deep with pearl.

From sheds new-roofed with Carrara
Came Chanticleer’s muffled crow,
The stiff rails were softened to swan’s-down,
And still fluttered down the snow.

I stood and watched by the window
The noiseless work of the sky,
And the sudden flurries of snow-birds,
Like brown leaves whirling by.

I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn
Where a little headstone stood;
How the flakes were folding it gently,
As did robins the babes in the wood.

Up spoke our own little Mabel,
Saying, “Father, who makes it snow?”
And I told of the good All-father
Who cares for us here below.

Again I looked at the snow-fall,
And thought of the leaden sky
That arched o’er our first great sorrow,
When that mound was heaped so high.

I remembered the gradual patience
That fell from that cloud-like snow,
Flake by flake, healing and hiding
The scar of our deep-plunged woe.

And again to the child I whispered,
“The snow that husheth all,
Darling, the merciful Father
Alone can make it fall!”

Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her;
And she, kissing back, could not know
That my kiss was given to her sister,
Folded close under deepening snow.


For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater: so shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it. – Isaiah 55:10, 11


How did you react to this poem? What was your favorite part, and why? I welcome your input!

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10 thoughts on “God’s Healing and Peace in a Snowstorm”

  1. No matter the season, no matter the situation, through pleasure, pain and heartache, our God is with us, and sends us reminders of that truth if we but quiet ourselves enough to see.
    The poem contained an elegance, a quiet dignity; I felt I was in the room with father and child. The ending was lovely. — Mike

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  2. Wow! Thanks for this. As one not gifted in the art of painting word pictures, this entire piece strikes me as beautiful in the way it describes the earthly snowfall in the context of our loving Heavenly Father, even in the midst of the pain of loss.
    Blessings,
    Pastor Chuck

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