The storm weaves lace on trees and stones,
All that mankind knew-- is gone.
Icicles spun and honed in shrouds;
Fall to earth with silver sounds.
Evergreens lift great fans of quiet;
Mountains guard these halls of night.
Cold sinks and drifts on every thing--
The moon disdains: a frozen ring.
We witness all the shifting ice--
Treachery, in ever glittering white,
But supplications ever stretch, unbound--
And Heaven's promises resound.
The night is long; the world deceived,
All those lies we once believed!
But yet we pause, to consider, still--
The sacred Word, fulfilled.
--Abby Elizabeth Charland
Cold sinks and drifts on every thing--
The moon disdains: a frozen ring.
We witness all the shifting ice--
Treachery, in ever glittering white,
But supplications ever stretch, unbound--
And Heaven's promises resound.
The night is long; the world deceived,
All those lies we once believed!
But yet we pause, to consider, still--
The sacred Word, fulfilled.
--Abby Elizabeth Charland