Snow melts from the rooftop,
drums down the gutter, out into the frozen yard.
Although, I am chilled on the inside
the winter sun warms my home
through its south-facing windows.
Like my tuxedo cat who searches
out whatever rays she can find,
I stretch out my stiff limbs in the Son’s light,
Raise my face, bask in His holiness,
Let my heart thaw in His presence.
c. Darlene Moore Berg