L i t t l e G i r l

Cold and Dirty,
Tired and Aching.
When will we find rest?

A Heavy Load,
A Weighty Burden
One that she still loves.

Afraid

The Future tilts
On a knife's edge
Which way will it fall?

To the left
and there is ridicule
and exile

To the right
and there is t error
and loneliness

And Yet

He said, Don't Fear
He said, Tidings of Joy
He said, Immanuel

She can't see
the next step
in front of her

He isn't sure
whether he imagined
or dreamed it

They travel like two children
Following a voice
Of one crying in the desert


Pain
Pain
All She Feels Is Pain

And Then

The Face
Small, Vulnerable, Wrinkled
Little Face

Her Boy
Her tiny, weak
boy

The Fear melts
There is only one thing now
No Ache, No Pain, Nothing

But the swelling,
bursting,
throbbing love for the baby before her

Pain Gave Way to Life