WINTER’S GRACE
Winter’s Grace
The evening sidles in a little earlier
these days,
the darkness cuddling closer
like a cat.
The doors and windows beckon burning
bright as butter flames.
The radiator hums me gently
a lullaby to sleep,
its orange glow as comforting
as snapshots of a happy childhood
moment long ago.
This is Winter’s Grace,
that it brings loved ones closer,
huddling for human warmth.
This is Winter’s Duty,
to remind us it is good
to have a roof above one’s head,
food upon the table
and a loving friend.
It is not Winter’s fault
the Homeless wander
destitute beneath the skies,
surely the blame is only ours.
Yet it is cruel Winter’s Kindness
like a grim but benevolent Vet,
to end the sufferings of the weakest
with the soothing syrup of sleep.
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The Reverend Hellfire is a practising Performance Poet and an Ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanists AND the Church of the Universe.
“To be well adjusted in a sick society is not a sign of health”-Krishnamurti
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Reverend Hellfire's Sunday Sermon 
I can feel it coming
Sleep is, indeed, soothing syrup…
Yes, they say you feel no pain as you fall asleep in the snow, drifting off to death