In crisp bright whiteness

Winter crackles underfoot

While icy crystal flakes float

Sticking to my hat and coat

It’s wintertime this year again

A time of freshness, of icy wind

Chilling my face and hands

With every whispy frozen breath

With hat, gloves and scarf I wrap

Against the piercing winter air

So warm under layers of wool

Yet I see a stranger just there

Without a hat, nor scarf to wrap

Not warm, but chilled, sitting, waiting

For what, for who, from where ?

In the cold exposed, shivering, shaking

A stranger, not known, yet my brother

Needing something only I can give

I can not pass without sharing

The gift of warmth so he can live.

My scarf, my gloves I easily spare

As his shaking stills he smiles at me

Into my eyes a tearful stare

As the face of Jesus I plainly see

Warmer now I seem to be

AndyCirmo122004