We arrived in the stress of the season,
people tense, the streets congested,
fighting in preparation for a time of joy,
passion to be tested.
We arrived with grand plans,
both near and far our dreams,
eager to find a foothold,
our fear on our sleeves.
Through grace our dread unfounded,
blessings of friends and community,
have welcomed our dreams openly,
our breathing now more deeply.
We stroll through the frost now,
hand in hand, alongside our friend,
who, though homeless and hungry,
frolics, is happy and fed.