Fireless Warmth

They did not mind the cold winds that blew,

Continually over their tiny cove.

The heat of a tiny fire was welcomed

Yet they–

The blessed Mother and Child,

Found true happiness in stories and poems.

Rags were ignored, so was the dirt and mud,

But they were those stories of kings and prophets–

That finally lit up the child's heart

And etched that blissful smile on his face;

Truly, it was a fireless heat

Which burnt that night in two hearts–

Those stories melting them to the core,

Against those ferocious winds.