QUIET TIME: A MEDITATION
Dawn spreads crimson shadows on the mountain peeks--
Stars pale in the quickening light--
The new moon bows to the lily of the altar--
Angel songs join the cries of the dying and the newly born.
Huddled under bridges and stream-bathed windows
Homeless pilgrims fitfully slumber--
Locked in the winterland of hunger...
Tower shadows lengthen. The market stirs and wakes.
The long dark night ends quietly in the city
When the Word appears--
When hands reach out not only in celebration--
But in sharing....