In the quiet spaces
my heart awaits a miracle.
A family with no home
carrying a gift within,
sought shelter on the darkest of nights.
their solace lay with stable mates
and a symbol of Love was born.
As the world seethes
a baby in Aleppo writhes with pain,
feels not the love promised to many.
ethereal wings tattered and torn.
Their yuletide song has but six words.
How has it come to this?
Created for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. dVerse will take a holiday hiatus, but I shall keep posting here. Heads up! Tomorrow’s post is about our recent trip to Australia and includes some amazing photos of a mama wallaby and her joey!
Special thanks to Bjorn, Gail and all my fellow pub tenders. And a very special thanks to all dVerse participants for making 2016 a great year!