Warmth Of Snow

As we look back along the path we've trodden,

We see our footsteps engraved in the snow,

The mistakes we have made in the past haunt us,

The memories of faults live on inside us.

We crumble like brittle ice ripped by stones,

While the past remains buried in the snow,

But as the gale covers the way,

The hope of forgiveness lights our path.

We look ahead at the path unknown,

At the clean slate left to be untouched,

So as we tread into this age of new,

Let us first thank the falling snow.