A Glimpse Of PromisebySander Roscoe Wolff©
We welcome unexpected winter births
in this cold country: A new warmth
delivered in our midst.
So far afield we are, no home or hearth,
our lives and this somehow entwined,
His investment in future's salvation
safe within this small skin.
Awakened in darkness, eyes straining to
see the faces of the desperate, hopeless
strangers aching for a glimpse of promise.
Sleep now, precious gift, and do not
dream of tomorrow's tomorrow. Love's labor
will stay the bitter Easter of this
For a while.