White as snowflakes, heads bow in pews.
each a windfall in creations drift,
The weathered effigies bring the news
of flesh grown frostbit, a chilling shrift.
White as snowflakes, heads bow in pews.
But in this winter is the spirit's spring.
where flowers germinate and grow bright.
Behind the ruined masks a promised thing
turns all that perseveres into light.
White as snowflakes, heads bow in pews.