It is snowing in my soul
Swirls of icy air swoop about me
And my only refuge
Is a cold, crumbling church
Guarded by a grinning gargoyle
With his claws embedded in my feebly beating heart.
It’s colder still inside
The pews are crusted with ice like slate
And the stained glass windows show
Drooping tortured souls
In Christlike agony
All forsaken.
Penitent, I huddle at the altar
But there’s no reviving wine
To gently wash away my sin