Saturday, December 22, 2012

Poem: When a child is born

A ray of hope flickers in the sky. A tiny star lights the way up high. All across the land dawns a brand new morn. This comes to pass when a child is born.

A silent wish sails the seven seas. The winds of change whisper in the trees. And the walls of doubt crumble tossed and torn. This comes to pass when a child is born

A rosy hue settles all around. You’ve got a feeling you’re on solid ground. For a spell or two no one seems forlorn. This comes to pass when a child is born.

And all this happens because the world is waiting, waiting for one child, black, white and yellow.  No one knows, but a child that will grow up and turn tears to laughter, hate to love, war to peace, and everyone to everyone’s neighbor.  And misery will be a word to be forgotten forever.

It’s all a dream, an illusion now.
It must come true, sometime soon somehow.
All across the land dawns a brand new morn.
This comes to pass when a child is born.
This comes to pass when a child is born.