A Seed Of Compassion

The bitter cold burned hot

The rich and poor endured the eerie tides of winter

The wealthy bathed in butter

While the deprived lay bare like the cracks in an unbroken egg

Hung icicles through the window delighted all

But not a pie of the pleasure for the homeless

Celebrations and holidays were joys of a few

While others clung to every dime

Just when they thought angels belonged to fantasies

A child born of riches dressed as a vagrant played trick-or-treat

That night it was not just the flowers that bloomed

The feelings of compassion in people did too