Winter Days, brief, dull time of less darkness. Trees brush the grey with bristles black, scouring sympathy from the sky. Lights in windows give comfort - though cold the world be, where Home is, is rest, warmth, family.
Hearing my name called by my own people's voices proves my place in the world, more it shows I matter to others.
Hearts' bonds are strong, and in the end, all we have. Our presence perpetuated down the years.
New lives created in love, only extends the goodness. Be thankful to those who join themselves to you, Remember and gather in others with no ties of their own. Remember goodness feeds growth, the only proof against growing darkness and cold...
Hell has still not won this day Though evil ascendant has all the voice, for now; And we small people know not how The story ends, in one or other way. Though witless, vapid mouths might say What they wish, sure to make us bow To their idols, their sacred cow, Consuming our young, if they have their way.
The war goes on, will we or no, And final victory is a certain thing. Our trust must not to Power go, But to Him to Whom the angels sing. Has Satan won? It is not so! A battle lost, but let our challenge RING!