Grace

I cast my sins on snow and leave them there

I make so small a stain on glacial ice

My aching lungs and burning legs repair

A busy, broken mind that fills me twice

Too full with panicked fear and futile rage

A wild fear made calm by wild space

Look where we’ve come, this frozen mountain stage

Look where we are, this theater of grace

I can’t remember now if I led you

Or you led me from frenzied thrashing crowds

To snowy boulders sealed above by blue

These high unnumbered hills that float on clouds

I’ve sloughed a pilgrim’s burden by the way,

To stand by you above the distant fray.