Travelers are lucky if they can bounce from home to home.
Even a crowded place is comfort off the road.

When weather smiles and warm breeze cradles
The nights aren't spook and shiver riddlers.

But if raw winds bring sleet and snow.
It's always good to have a place to thaw.

Folks come to shelter lost and lonely.
They seek hospice, not phony baloney.
So there are angels there
Who dry their feet
Who wash out lice
Who hand out pride
Who show we care
By share'n what nature provides

We cook
But these folks need more than food
We tend their sores
But the children need front doors

Yet never farther than a snowflake away
There is glory in human love
Agape from our sore  hearts trove

So here I sit, beaten but not bowed
Along with the needful and the proud.

While just down the country path
Folks sit grateful for a wall of shelter
And miracles begin to wax.

Naomi