One Christmas
I remember
looking out the window
in the ivory snow
on a brown, barren tree branch
sat a beautiful cardinal,
and he didn’t seem to mind the cold as
he sat out in the windy snow strewn
song of winter;
he simply seemed grateful for a place
to sit.
Even in the hard times there’s something
to praise,
and so, I will forever be like this cardinal,
weathering the storm and enduring
even when the problems
seem greater
than the blessings.
Remembering Blessings
BY LINDA M. CRATE
Even in the hard times there’s something to praise
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