Looking at the snow covered pine.
I am transported to a cabin of mine.
The wind blows gently sweet melodies.
The fire is burning in the wood cook stove
Bread is rising as make soup I love.
When all is ready
I pull up an extra chair
Set another place at the table
Serve out the food with loving care.
I have invited the Master
To break bread with me
Which turns my snowy cabin into
A glorius temple filled with visions to see.
Hours later after my nap
I see footprints leading away from the cabin
Oh my delight to know the Master was here.