As winter blankets cover us,
we huddled ones without a home,
your thoughts and prayers are not enough.
As winter’s blanket covers us
our bodies wane, our souls are scuffed.
How long will we be forced to roam
as winter blankets cover us,
we huddled ones without a home?
As I looked out on the falling snow today, it made me think of those left homeless in Ukraine, huddled in shelters or wandering without a warm place to put their heads at night. I think of the children, shuffling through in a daze, wrapped in threadbare blankets. Why must the innocent children suffer?