Upon my walk through the cold and windy mountain pass,
Well worn by generations whom had already tread this high and lonely spot,
I chanced upon an angel who wept with tears of ice.
Each tear shattered on the stony ground into a hundred shards of glass.
I picked up a piece and saw within
the face of a young woman with sad and soulful eyes.
I turned the fragment and another of its facets caught the sun.
Within that light I saw this same girl, body torn and bled,
soldiers grinning in delight.
Another icy tear caught my eye and within its glassy mirrored sight
I saw a child's smooth and eerie face.
Yet deep within another cleft of light --
children piled in a pit, limbs pointing stiff up to the sky.
I picked up one more shard
and saw a face that seemed I once had known.
With trembling hands I put it down,
And then asked this angel simply: "Why?"
It shook its head and answered in a soft voice
That rippled to Infinity,
"I do not know."
I went my way to find another time and place
And as I looked back I saw my Angel
Standing in Eternity shedding its cold and frozen tears.