There is a flame the cold can’t quench
and so we joy-filled fill
this giant wooden teepee with song
We reach for the hand of one
whose wounded one reaches for ours
Sheltered in this house of God
by a cone of boards bound with nails
like a teepee sewn together
—holes through pierced skin—
protecting us from the winter storms
Like the people of Jerusalem we process with palms
but instead of hot sand the snow swirls around us
a soft spring snow
full of hope of future harvest
as the fire-golden wheat fields lie hidden
under the cold kiss of a blanket of snow
the way you lie hidden
the fire of your divinity
submerged in the wheat coloured wafer
we receive
We remember
We hope
We live in the shelter of his love
the humble king of glory
Just East Of Crazy Land 
Wonderful! Still steamy in Brazil for Palm Sunday. Occasionally, I long for that snow. Thanks.
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Wow, what an experience you must be having living there in South America! Such gorgeous music on that part of the world…
I’m glad you enjoyed a glimpse of snow from home! 🙂
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I saw the sun this afternoon. I think its headed your way Anna! 😉
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Ah, excellent! Bring on spring in time for Easter! Many blessings for a beautiful Holy Week!
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Thanks so much. Same to you and your family.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Lovely Anna . 💞
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Thank you, Janet! 🙂 It was a beautiful Mass and so special to be here visiting with my dear friend!
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