Snowflake (11 page)

And as she thought of the exquisite harmony of the universe in which she had been sent to play her part, peace and contentment came to Snowflake.

Fainter and fainter beat her heart. Soon she would be Snowflake no more, but only a part of the vast, silent spaces of the heavens, a filmy fragment of an autumn cloud.

But in this final moment she experienced once more the warm, tender and all-embracing love that she had felt when first she tumbled from the sky so long ago.

It lulled her with its sweetness, calmed her fears and filled her through and through with joy.

She knew then that the final mystery of Who it was had created her, watched over her and loved her steadfastly as He loved all things both great and small might never be solved for her. It no longer seemed important to her to know, for soon, Whoever or Whatever, she would be a part of Him.

And the last thing she could remember before the sun drew her up into the heart of the cloud above was that all about her the air and the sky seemed to ring with the tender and loving words—“Well done, little Snowflake. Come home to me now.”