Snowbound Sunday

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Peggy Everett.

Snowbound Sunday

We’re snowbound today,
So my spouse and I watch a beautiful Mass on television.
Our rosaries,
Which hang from the top of the window frame,
One on each side of a small statue of Our Lady,
The morning sunrise.
Mine is blue and his is crystal.
I take them down and we say our rosary together
For those who do not have warm shelter on this cold winter day.

Then we eat breakfast together:
Lemon tea.
After we get into our parkas and snow boots,
Head outside with a bag of birdseed
To fill the bird feeder.
Our footprints are the first on the pristine snow,
As we feed a throng of jubilant birds
And I scan the countryside in all directions.

A Christmas card.
The trees and the land are blanketed in snow.
The air is cold and invigorating.
We trudge back inside our little house
Take off our clothes.
Exchange our boots for slippers,
Head in to sit by the warm stove.

We will be happy to meet you and our wonderful kids.
As I view the beautiful scene through the window
The look of tender love in my husband’s eyes,
I think of all the blessings of my life:
Home, family, nature, faith, and God.

One more word comes to mind while I’m warm by the fire,
This sabbath of snow.
It is this:

Peggy Everett is a blind poet, a devout Catholic, and a lifelong social activist. She lives in the rural Pacific Northwest with her husband, where she runs a small charity to help the poor. She also advocates for human life. Her poetry has appeared in Turquoise Lantern spirit Lynden Human Lifes, and is coming in the St. Austin Review.

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