Everyone is gathered here in the winter cold.
All are shivering under-beneath their coats.
The snow has fallen though the sky is now clear,
The crispness of the earth crackles underfoot.
Frozen drippings of ice hang from the church roof,
Illuminated by the sun they sparkle brightly.
Heads are bowed, perhaps because of the sunshine,
So that cry-filled eyes are shielded from harm.
Words are spoken, will anyone listen?
Prayers are said, will anyone heed them?
Flowers are placed, will anyone see them?
Tears are wept, will anyone imbibe them?
The sun has gone and the clouds return,
A chill descends over the modest flock.
Snowflakes, once more, fall and everyone is weary,
That is ~ all but one.