The Elder Head

Of this dark and cold winter Where the past lies white and dead The voices echo to me And the sky's filled with the dead They summon all my tragedy With the cry that All was lost Like the thunder-cracks of blackened ice In the intensity of frost Explosions in the sky Through the horror of the calm In the anguish of the heart Gives forth paralysis and harm Do I doubt His every move And the patience under gloom Solemnly I wait For the ending of doom As the winter died despairing And the ice-bound rivers melt The crumbling tomb of Faith was wasted Prophetic justice dealt The elders with foreboding Mourned the days forever past Given grief to all His followers Who see their future never