You came on silent footsteps
leaving footprints in the snow.
The door flew open at your touch
as though in answer to a hidden desire.
You warmed the cabin that too long held the cold.
We sat and talked sipping hot tea that needed no honey.
Solitude became a friend
after you left
your footprints in the snow.
--Marian Gordon
Many years ago our dear 90-year-old poet friend shared a poem that touched my heart. (I found her poem this morning in an older angel blog. Now on the other side, maybe Marian stopped by for a visit, leaving her footprints to share with you.) Although Marian didn't say who had paid her a visit, I thought about her adult son who had passed on.
Footprints in the snow... remind me of Christ Jesus who comes just when needed, an answer to a prayer. We feel the warm comfort of His loving presence, and see His footprints in the snow leading up to our door.
Remember you are never alone. God loves you.
Love and peace,
Rae Karen
