Here is an exquisite little poem for a chilly night…

The hearth we sit around is prayer,
At desk and choir-stall: there
The warmth of love bounds forth
In stationary fire;
Within the house of faith the north
And night of self-retire
Shut out the door, and hot desire
Lights up the air,
Runs through the hair,
As morning sunrise brightly tints the spire.

copyright Dom Julian Stead, There Shines Forth Christ