This child

At times of drifting despair,

held by the stained teeth

of this world, there comes a

child, a first born one complete,

that brings you back to hope

and to those simple things

that make this life of beginnings

and ends an interval of joy,

not the deathly mourning

of a saddened unfulfilled life.


This child, this One, that carries

life in  helplessness, is restoration,

is strength, is wonder, is the future

tied up in the soaring potential of

what’s yet to be but will come.