The Lamb of Hope

by Giles H. Florence, Jr.

This night

in lambing time,

He came

to fields dusted

green with new

sprout and blade,

each hill dotted

white with newborn fleece

beneath the hosanna sky,

in a hushed and holy darkness

before the dawn

of the birth

of hope.

Hope a fleece,

a sprout, a blade,

hope the upturned eye—

the hope of worlds

this Christbirth night

awaits the morning sky.