Epiphany's Love

On this Epiphany morning, the sun is reflected on the crystalline snow.
Powder iced trees produce wind blown dandruff
Squirrels prance across fence tops.
If this is my Epiphany, my heart has been iced
For the beauty of the Christ's light is aimed toward the dark and dreary
Recesses of this cold world,
Places where only Love's warmth can thaw 
       hatred
           hunger
              injustice
                 poverty
                    prejudice
                         pride
Cots upon which only the Healer's hand can bring life.
The beauty of this day is a gift;
Ours to return is the face of Love to the unloved.