Flowers in the Frost II

“Flowers of the Frost II”

It is the snows of December
That I weep to remember.
I’ve died to dream of them again
But no voices of those days remain:
All of that sleeps now beneath the stone
On which I walk this night, alone,
What I felt then, in tears, is lost
In the naked flowers in the frost.

In the friendless end of my repose:
In the frost, where a flower grows
No dream or voice may enter.
And to this bloom, I surrender:
My silence alas! suffocating
The precious life that it is taking…
But what was is lost in my tears
Whose fall, in this place, no one hears
As prayers rise to a God of Many Names
In whose face I see my mortal remains—
Answering not the prayers that I sing
Taking not the offerings that I bring,
And I saw, like me, He had become lost
Among the flowers in the frost.

And every Savior there that came
Prayed to this God for the same,
Knowing not that the cost
Was to lose Him in the Flowers in the Frost.

© 2022 Marten Hoyle