“Dreaming of a White Chiasmus,” New Era, Dec. 1999, 51
I can write in an ancient Hebrew style.
Chiasmus is like softly falling snow.
Its beauty and meaning are drawn out
as it builds up layer upon layer
until it reaches its peak.
When the peak is reached
it melts away revealing the layers in reverse order
allowing the beauty and meaning to linger still longer.
That’s the essence of snow and of chiasmus,
and why I love to write as the Hebrews.