OUT IN THE COLD
When the wind howls deep across the frozen, cold snow,
Are we really glad that we have somewhere warm to go?
With roof and walls, tight closed windows and door,
Maybe a fire, warm food and a nice thick rug on the floor.

Do we take for granted these much needed, simple things?
Do we grumble at the cleaning that these treasures bring?
Moan at the dishes that pile up high in the kitchen sink,
If so, just for a moment or two, give thanks and think:

Think of the homeless in cold allies and drafty doorways,
No warm shelter through long icy nights and short days,
No roof, walls or door, no bright fire all cozy and warm.
No snuggling in a soft bed till the awakening of the dawn.

Think of all the hungry around this our world so wide,
The swollen bellies and bony limbs they cannot hide,
With sunken eyes so lifeless because all hope has gone,
Will they survive tomorrow, another day lost or won?

This list could go on to cover all those who are in need,
The cold, the hungry, the naked, sick and dying plead
For a handout, a smile, a visit, a gentle word would do,
Just to show that we care, yet there is another way too.

Be grateful for all the bounties bestowed to us all,
Count our blessings whether they be great or small,
And when we close the door behind us on a cold day,
For all those left outside to freeze, constantly pray.

M Ann Margetson © February 21, 2001
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