The birds all gathered round outside
upon their feeder swinging low
As we all gathered here inside
round seeds of love and faith we sow
The air is cold and harsh without
but warm and cozy here within,
the world may leave us facing drought
but there’s a fountain within these kin.
What have I to offer here?
I’ve not much glory on my own
We serve in love as the day draws near
It’s such a joy to call us home.
-SF
Written: 11/27/24
Published: 1/20/25
Cotton Ribbons 