To celebrate the feast day of St. Brigid of Ireland (Feb. 1), the patron saint of poets, we present this original composition by a Marian Helper.
A Hallmark Card for Jesus
By Anne Kristen Harewell Justus Ryecroft Bennett-Colaricci
Walking alone,
Or so I gleaned,
One who is with me,
Remained sight unseen.
Familiar crunching,
From steps in snow,
White fleece covered all,
With moon’s dewy glow.
The further I went,
The deeper I sank,
Permeating cold through my boots,
Breaching top leather ranks.
As it melted down,
Neige into water,
It froze yet again,
Feet beginning to falter.
Wind whisking about,
Cacophony of noise,
No steps to be heard,
Hope quickly destroyed.
Yet as I dropped,
Collapse was prevented.
Strong arms enclosed me,
Before losing my senses.
Awaking with warmth,
Yet not solely the fire,
Heat deep in my soul,
Body taxed, truly tired.
Next morning I woke,
Kind eyes turned to mine,
Smiles changed between us,
My body now fine.
Questioned His gaze,
He let me to know,
I had never been left,
To die in the snow.
Next time forget not,
After kvetching and moans,
Ask for His help,
You will not be alone.
Next time forget not,
Another does care.
Ask for His help.
He will always be there.
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