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Faith & Inspiration

By Charles Towne 

Have you ever heard the song of snow?  Oh, you didn’t know that snow could sing? Listen, as I tell my story.

The people of the far north, known as the Eskimo, don’t have a word for grass. No, none at all. But… they have many words for snow. There is dry snow, and wet snow. There is fluffy snow, and crunchy snow. There is silent snow, and noisy snow. Oh so many names for snow.

When I was a young man back on The Fox River Valley of Illinois, I ventured out one winter night. It was one of those strange, almost balmy winter nights, full of mystery, almost magical, that might lead one to believe spring was in the air… except for the fact that it was Christmas Eve, with all the mystery that implies.
There was a mantle of snow about six inches thick. It was soft snow that hinted of a faint squeak beneath my boots. The subtle sound was muted… only a whisper… not enough to disturb any denizen that might, by chance, be exploring as I was want to do that strange and captivating evening.
Lending to the spirit of the night, the brilliance of the moon applied an element of the ethereal, a perfect pathway for my passage.
As I stealthily moved through the surrounding forest, I felt myself more a spirit-being than flesh and blood.
I paused for a moment to take it all in…the snow, the trees, the moon… and then I saw them. There, in the fork of a cottonwood tree, a pair of raccoons, both still as the night itself, seemingly moonstruck as they gazed up, like me, entranced by the golden orb in the night sky.
I heard it then, or rather, felt it… the song of snow softly singing… bringing… the beauty of life as it can be.
Kindred creatures in nature
paused in stillness
by something bigger than us.
I knew I had been blessed by a Christmas miracle as I made my way home to celebrate another Christmas miracle that had taken place two thousand years before. It’s a miracle that – like that night so long ago – still sings, and brings, the song and beauty of life that is… and can be.
Dear Papa God… where, or how, could one of your children be closer to you than in the grandeur and wonder of your creation? When we consider the crystalline structure and endless variety of the snowflake, in its myriad forms and exquisite detail, how could we ever doubt your awesome existence and love? We love you, O Holy God, and we praise you. Thank you for being you, Amen


Charles Towne is first and foremost a Christian. An octogenarian, author, journalist, wildlife photographer, naturalist, caregiver, and survivor, his life has been and continues to be, a never-ending adventure filled with possibilities never imagined. He has adopted the philosophy that to Live fully, laugh uproariously, love passionately, and learn like there is no tomorrow, is a formula for a long and joy-filled life.


  1. How beautiful! That brought back many memories of my childhood in Illinois. I loved playing the snow. It truly does speak to us. You just have to listen, right?

  2. Thank you Chuck for the way you bring us closer to God, with your stories of Nature and adventures! God bless all your readers this Christmas season.

    This is a time when you will have a chance to witness a special “Christmas Star”, the brightest in the last 800 years! The Christmas Star is when the planets Jupiter & Saturn line up, looking like a very bright star. You can see it tomorrow night, December 21. This is a once in a lifetime event, so don’t miss it!

  3. Don, wow! Once in eight hundred years! Imagine the birth of our Lord! That was a once in a lifetime experience. AND PRAISE GOD, HEISCOMING AGAIN, SOON! CHAZ

  4. Beautiful story!! I have only experienced snow 3 or 4 times in my life and never for more than a few minutes at a time.
    It sounds lovely, through your story! There is something exciting, yet peaceful about Christmas Eve, isn’t there? I pray everyone has a joyous holiday this year, as we
    celebrate the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ!
    God bless you and Nancy and keep you both in His mercy and protection.
    Merry Christmas!

  5. CSG, IT IS VERY INTERESTING HOW ONE’S PERSPECTIVE CHANGES ABOUT SUCH THINGS AS WE AGE. BEAUTIFUL? yES! Do I want to live in it any more? N, N, N, NO THANKS! Bless you and may you be warm and comfy. Bless you, Chaz

    • Beautiful, very descriptive, I am intrigued by the difference in perception not only by age but by those who grew up with snowy winters and those who didn’t get to experience living in the snow! As children we all knew it was COLD, but it was also something magical! Covered with snow, everything was pure at least for a while and the noise and the quiet were both amplified! Yes it would crunch, it would whisper but to hear it, you had to listen. Luckily the cold seemed to make all sounds much more intense! Beautiful writing Chaz, brings back many memories!

      • Yes Richard, the difference in perception when experienced by the young versus the not so young is tempered by the intensity of the mystery experienced… whatever that means. Chaz

  6. Beautiful imagery – feel as though I am walking with you. I especially like this line: As I stealthily moved through the surrounding forest, I felt myself more a spirit-being than flesh and blood. I can relate.

  7. Dear Judith, sometimes our feeble efforts as writers and artists result in a fitting tribute to the creator, for it is from Him that all good things flow. It seems that often from little effort beauty aptly flows, isn’t that how it should be? I believe that the creator must enjoy blessing us with creative power, don’t you? Blessings on you all, Chaz

  8. Ah the subtle silence of falling snow. I miss living in the NY/NJ area primarily because there is nothing like a White Christmas up north… until it’s time to shovel it. Thank you for the winter imagery.

    Merry Christmas.

  9. Thanks EDG, Though your sins be as scarlet they shall be whiter than snow! Now that is imagery my friend. Papa God really does know how to give good gifts doesn’t He? Bless you all, Chaz

  10. I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…always! I will never forget the joys of the snow! Can’t live without it…so I live up North!Always a huge disappointment when we don’t get covered in time for Christmas!

  11. Dear Faithy, yes dear lady; my sweet little girl! I remember when you kids were running around in the snow, you would get cold; run into the house and get warm and WHAM! You would vanish, and there you would be, making snow angels and snow men until the chill forced you back inside again. What a joy! Love you sweetie, your daddy


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