The Lamb of Hope

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.