Steam rose soft above the lid
Cold wind searched but never hid
Stranger’s hands met paper heat
Fingers thawed on bustling street
No grand speech to mark the deed
No demand to fill a need
Just a cup exchanged in grace
Comfort settled in its place
Sip by sip the frost retreated
Loneliness felt less undefeated
Warmth found entry through the skin
Hope returned a quiet kin
Service does not shout or show
It just gives where hearts feel low
Offer warmth in passing breath—
Love revives from winter’s depth