If He Comes

And if he comes, let it be tonight

when darkness stretches across the cold sky

and morning seems so far away.

And if she gives birth, let it be this hour

while beds of soft hay remain empty,

and children fight our aged wars.

And if love reigns, let it be now

when the world, unsteady and desperate

spinning in fear is tempted to turn toward hatred.

And if peace is made, let it first be in my heart

broken by sorrow and hardened by disappointment

beating, still beating, a pulse of frail and tender hope.

Come, Child of Heaven, Come!

Morning star shining

Lamb and lion asleep together

Love’s steady spin

A mended heart of peace.

Come, Child of Heaven, Come.

You are the light of the world. 

Yours,

Lynne