The bells were ringing
on silver frosted air.

I heard an angel singing
her voice was sweet and clear.

I was so entranced,
I walked into the night,
far out onto the ice,
where the moon shone bright.

My blades cut swirling patterns,
carving as I danced.
Spirals interweaving,
contained within a circle,
which, viewed from high above,
spread and spread and spread,
and I was filled with love.

I heard an angel singing
her voice was sweet and clear.
An ecstatic moment
That will long endure.
Many gifts I have been given
but none so strong and pure.