The fire took our things but not our love.
Love surrounded us, indeed engulfed,

But not with flame that bites and devastates.
Devastated, we, the helpless, watched,

While neighbors quickly came with gushing aid,
Aid that offered ice cream, keys, and coats.

As family prayed and smoke poured ever out,
Out, the love came pouring just as hot.

And when frail heads hit pillows late that night–
Night spent shaking in another's home–

We counted blessings more than items lost
And lost our fear, thanks to abundance known.

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SARAH STEELE is a Christ-follower, wife to James, and mom to four lively redheads. As a wordy extrovert, she finds poetry particularly useful in learning to be succinct. Sarah writes between homeschooling, watercoloring, and all the neighbor-loving. Connect with her at www.bysarahsteele.com and on Instagram @bysarahsteele.