As it casts a pale glow over the page.
Outside the door, the moonlight glistens and gleams,
And casts its hoary rays over the snow covered forest.
Lighting up the frigid night in all its splendor.
Beyond my door the world is frozen,
Yet so much more than freezing.
The night is what lay beyond my door,
Starless, cold, void- bitter to the touch
and dreadful to behold firsthand.
Pine, spruce, and birch all crack and twist-
A cacophony of sound in the resounding silence.
Beautiful and dormant are the trees
That so readily provide us shade and heat,
The seasonal pastimes they so graciously enjoy.
Deep inside the cabin, a great fire roars-
Dispelling cold and silence both,
filling the void with pleasant scents;
The stove glows bright cherry-red,
Stirring both the soul and hand.
Could it be? I see my heart before me,
The frigid world beyond my door in eternal winter.
Yet-as if a memory, though one not yet seen-
Summer still resounds as a fire in my heart,
As His hope and love fuel the flame within.
As I lay my will down one more time,
I remember Your promises so faithful and true;
No regret dwells within those whom You have chosen
My fate will be as those who have gone before
The ones who spoke to You and heard Your voice.
No matter what lay beyond my door,
I look to You for life, for my very breath
And trust you to give me the words and Your strength.
The lantern light flickers and rolls,
As it casts a pale glow over the page.