silent of echoes

the world is cold and snowy and darkened still in many ways
…days are long and silent of echoes
…like sitting in the snow fields late at night
…there is no sound…there is no light,
but the reflections from the moon and the tears of the future
that freeze over our eyes like leaden shields….
so we do not know what will happen today or tomorrow…
we only know that yesterday was not what we dreamed
and today is merely another chance to shape a happier time.
yet, we cannot know until these moments pass
what the future will deliver unto us.
we can only wait and pray steadfast
in the hope that the light of promise may soon come
to bring luster and warmth into our night.