From God on high Love enters this troubled world,
Just at the time when it is needed most,
Without a dire prayer or trumpeting herald,
The angel of kindness lowers like a ghost.
Rain falls on the dry soil and flowers grow,
Chirpy children are born everywhere,
They embrace the angelic light and glow,
And without a whisper Joy appears in the air.
The wonders in this lonely place,
Are reflected in a child’s face.
Copyright © David Wakeling | Year Posted 2018