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Saturday, December 6, 2008

Shelter

Trees in open trunks
going to peoples homes
to become brightly trimmed
in celebration
of Christ's birth

People without homes
don't wish for trees
or turkeys with trimming
anymore than you or I
in tribulation

They wish for shelter
from the cold
a moment's warmth
a minute's peace
an hour of hope
a home of their own

pattra burnetto monroe december 1994

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Howdy from Austin! I'm so happy someone is reading my blog. Pattra, thanks for your support and kind words. I'm also happy that you are adding to your blog with pics and everything! Good work. It's finally getting chilly here and of course I got sick so I'll write about that in a bit with inspiration from your entry.
xxxjooo