Snow Storm: A Poem by Marie Howe

Apr 29, 2020

“I walked down towards the river, and the deer had left tracks

deep as half my arm, that ended in a perfect hoof

and the shump shump sound my boots made walking made the silence loud.

And when I turned back towards the great house

I walked beside the deer tracks again.

And when I came near the feeder: little tracks of the birds on the surface

     of the snow I’d broken through.

Put your finger here, and see my hands, then bring your hand and put it in my side.

I put my hand down into the deer track

     and touched the bottom of an invisible hoof.

Then my finger in the little mark of the jay.”

For reflection in solitude or in the (virtual) company of others: The poem is set in winter weather, but speaks to the spring-time Easter gospel reading in which the disciple Thomas touches the risen Jesus, and believes. How are Thomas’ experience and the poet’s experience similar? How are they different? How have you come to trust that the Resurrection is real, and true?