after the storm

wisps of snow
with likeness to wings
bury with blankets
from heaven

who digs the graves
on days like this
whose faith turns
to stone

tilt your shoulder
to frozen seas
lift your chin
to what remains alive

faith need not die
nor trust, nor hope
and we need not pillage
the past for present

ransacked nests
will fill anew
violets and lilies
will not forget to grow

keep vigil east
towards God's Gate
and tend the light
we shared