Winter Chill

My neighbor needs everything.

Everything.

                Every thing.

But until I thaw this chill from my soul

Winter will sit like an icy pond in my heart.

Warm tears will be the only ingredient

I can offer.

I open the jar.

         Slowly

I prepare the warmth of a good stew.

Considering each blessed element,

I brew my reality.

My being begins to thaw

And I know I will now be able to

Reach out from a place of

Abundance and gratitude.