A sudden blast of snow in Dublin this morning…
Reflection from Pádraig MacCarthy
The weight of a snowflake
“Tell me the weight of a snowflake,” a robin asked a wild dove.
“Nothing more than nothing,” was the answer.
“In that case, I must tell you a marvellous story,” the robin said.
“I sat on the branch of a fir, close to the trunk, when it began to snow—not heavily, not in a raging blizzard—no, just like in a dream, without a sound and without any violence. Since I did not have anything better to do, I counted the snowflakes settling on the twigs and needles of my branch. Their number was exactly 3,741,952. When the 3,741,953rd dropped onto the branch, — nothing more than nothing, as you say — the branch broke off.”
Having said that, the robin flew away.
The dove, since Noah’s time an authority on peace, thought about the story for a while, and finally, said to herself, “Perhaps there is only one person’s voice lacking for peace to come to the world.”
From the closing chapter of Joseph Jaworski’s book “Synchronicity – The Inner Path of Leadership.”
The Voice of God
I BENT again unto the ground.
And I heard the quiet sound
Which the grasses make when they
Come up laughing from the clay.
“We are the voice of God,” they said:
Thereupon I bent my head
Down again that I might see
If they truly spoke to me.
But around me everywhere
Grass and tree and mountain were
Thundering in mighty glee,
“We are the voice of deity.”
And I leapt from where I lay,
I danced upon the laughing clay,
And, to the rock that sang beside,
“We are the voice of God,” I cried.