Tuesday, October 18, 2011


Nothing could be cozier
Than by the fire sitting;
Toasting in its cozy warmth
And reading books or knitting.

While staring at the flickering flames
The imagination runs
To faraway lands and places and
To worlds with other suns.

And listening to the crackling wood—
So comforting the sound!—
It soothes our troubled, anxious thoughts,
And peace at last is found.

We all should pray that in our hearts
A steady fire would burn;
A flame that fills us with God’s warmth
As souls to Him we turn.

1 comment:

  1. Nice poem, Sarah! You don't actually knit by the fire, do you?! I assume you were speaking of me... ;) keep letting God's flame burn in your heart!