The Lamb of Hope

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    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.