Poetry list
noel
the lost is born in
hope to retrieve by
breath and death
night and light
scorn and dawn
that leaves and
awaits for all held
in time the tiny
form of stable birth
touches anew the
flesh of earth in
longest night and
greatest sight as
breath and bone
are one – won in
human span and
bleakest loss to show
and share the other
way that lies within
beyond our grasp –
the gift – ‘tis love
© Neil Thompson 2023