The weather’s so much colder now
The snow is smothering each bough
A film of icy crystal grows
Across each piece of glass that shows.
The ground is heaped to ankle high
As swirling white falls from the sky
The air is quiet not a sound
The peace of God is all around.
There’s not a bird left in the air
All hide themselves in secret lair
They’ve tucked their beaks under their wings
And waken when the church bell rings !
There are times the sadness of this life is overbearing
While our days are spent without the hope of ever sharing
Such a painful thought of never truly comprehending
Why and if there is to be a simpler happy ending.
Those cherished values scorned by raving heretics amused
Hold faithful to a code that waits discarded and abused.
These unsung heroes thus having forged our destiny
Awaken from the sleep that took them to eternity
Engaging in a task so powerful it never ceases
Leaving us employed in scooping up the tattered pieces.
Waves of all the talents that marked our yesterdays
By those who earned the right to claim a share of glory’s praise,
“ Fidelity” a word once hopeless lost among the rules
Now challenged by this useless cadre of important fools !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 