Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Dawns Hope

Covered in quilts of snow
Our land is bleak and raw
My soul, too, feels scraped bare
Frozen with the flakes that fall
Darkness surrounds
A small voice pierces the dawn
With freshness and warmth
Tiny arms reach
From beneath the blankets
A warm mouth finds comfort
My child,
My hope


  1. Beautiful words. She was the absolute *best* christmas present for our clan last year ~ pure magic...