Finally warm.
Not the rush when you walkinside on a cold day.
But better.
The kind that reminds me
I was created for not this place.
Warmth. Good warmth. Real warmth.
Radiating far more naturally
than that old radiator.
The kind that you only find
outside.
Outside of the inside of
what you would expect.
But also the outside of you.
More than a hug but never
discounting one.
But the overflow of a changed
heart.
On a sunny Sunday.
Rich warmth.
I thank God for the sun shining.
Not only in the sky.
But in these others I am surrounded by.
Who knew winter would yield warmth?
Winter certainly didn’t.
Me either I guess.
There too is grace in disbelief.
Even of the warmth I didn’t
know I longed for.