Winter Song

The crystal stars lean earthward
on their beams,
Timeless in beauty, silent as a
thought,
Caressing each heart who walks
the night and dreams
Beyond the trying trifles day has
brought.

Music like a woman charms the
sense,
And humour soothes the ruffled
vanity;
And hearthside company grants
strong defense
Against the cold of inhumanity.

Faith is a faery flower winterborn,
Blooming through evil like an
edelweiss,
Bursting in glory in the
snowy morn,
Radiant emblem on her shield
of ice.

Love is a warming wine,
winning our wills,
A perfect rose, a song, a feast,
a wraith
Whose magic raises cities on
the hills,
Who still remains intangible
as faith.

by Clyde A. Beakley

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