Blistering winds
Washing my sins
Pelts of ice
Beating me into submission

The cold city is filled with pity
And freezes the proud
Cracking humility
Which breaks off in small pieces

Low temperatures
Bring low tempermants
Forcing a moral inventory
And a recounting of gratitude

For inside it is warm
Heat being synonomous with love
And cold with loneliness

But
Maybe loneliness in the cold is truly love
For if I were not cold and helpless
I would not look above
If I were not stuck outside
I need not yearn for the warmth inside

The cold therefore is my warmth
Prompting me to come forth
Come forth with humility
Depend on somebody
When freezing and lonely and powerless
When cold I really am blessed