Yellowed page and carved wood
Minuted moments quietly understood:
the hope of unending space wrapped
in Love found in a faithful mother’s lap
the power to change in every swaddling band
keeping warm my sin—graven in innocent hand.
The care found in The Shepherd’s crook’d staff
To search me out when I crawl crooked path.
The strength audible in winged carol
to give thankful praise in potent peril.
determined sacrifice guides my journey from afar
to take me to Him—my bright, new star.
~DaLe 12/25/08
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