The snow came down and silenced all their sins.
In a great hush
theft,
deceit, and
those quiet untruths
that masquerade as acceptable
were buried in it.
The godly and ungodly alike were covered.
It was a blanket on the capital to keep it warm.
It covered that guy and the other one.
It covered grief and loss and tomorrow and yesterday.
It covered your hopes and dreams. Mine too.
It covered me. It covered you.
The snow has become the highest place to stand.
Every thing is under our feet.
Our blessings,
the guilt of others,
promises,
deception,
honesty and lies.
What matters now that we have overcome everything we feared?
What will we do with this freedom?
