by Cynthia Hallen
Teach me some melodious sonnet Sung by flaming tongues above.* While waters sleep and thirst in cold mirage After the months of cricket-summer streams, The northern tribes return in calumet To flicker snow in vertigo designs. Deliberately refining paths, the flakes Forgive bold footprints, line the evergreens, And risk awakening the fasting birds. Then wind and wingtips murmur foreign words With tongues of flame because the sky-line leans And melts the hexahedron stars. Light breaks Shivering in the world chat glints and shines As spirits sing who turn to bless the day In frost with grace: "Forget the blizzard dreams; Love re-creates us in His own image." *HYMN 70 - Hymns, THE CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST OF LATTER- DAY SAINTS
