A blanket foggy
wraps our world in a stupor
joy stifled
innocence raped
life stands still, mute
as gentle mothers live not
to nurse tender babes
The north wind forgets not to blow
brings in blessings from heaven
from two millenniums ago
Little hearts beat in hope
in trepidation
on a silent holy night
wait to see another blessed birth
fear many more deaths
of little lambs woolly bright
lying bleeding on the road
The heavens smile
the star twinkles
showing us the way
we sleep a thousand years’ sleep
miss the redeeming grace
RESCUE
The rescuer
A Reformer
If ever, with
Helping hand
Will enquire
The destiny
Nought!
Askance look
With vigil eyes
Will always, book
The newcomer
Suspicious, of its
Copious nature
Full awake!
It will certainly
Pain me
One day
To say
Good-bye
To thee all
In my rescue
It often falls to the poets to reflect and articulate a response to events outside of our control and comprehension.