Christmas Poem | 2019
we walk in a wasteland
where flowers weep &
widows wonder why
while empty arms cry
& each step seems steep
to our stumbling feet
we fight back sorrow
who long for tomorrow
& words feel weak
to reach the meek
those who seek spring
in white winter
when a baby’s wail
softens the trail
piercing our ears
with his presence:
Emmanuel,
Jesus is with us