The wind was bitterly cold outside the small cabin
And she sat alone tonight in her rocker
Sitting by the fire which was nice, warm, and cozy
With her warm blanket in her lap
And a pillow behind her head
But she didn’t feel nice, warm, and cozy inside
Her soul was empty
And her body felt numb
This time of year was always a dread to her dear heart
Her husband had died one too many years ago on a cold Christmas Eve
For some reason, she had just known that something would happen
He had been out in the snow
Shoveling it away
When a blizzard came by
And swept him away
He was found that gloomy Christmas morn
With white snow all around him
His face was ashen and cold
But peaceful and calm
She had wept that day until night dawned upon the sky
And, now, so many years later
She sat by the fire and stared at the flames as they popped and crackled
A single tear rolled down her face
And with a gloomy heart she prayed:
“Dear Father God,
Why did you take him away?
He was so dear to my heart
And just always full of joy
Yet you took him and left me here
With my gloomy heart
Pained soul
Aching body
And tear-filled eyes
What purpose am I to fill?
What is the reason that You have left me here?”