The Lamb of Hope

by Giles H. Florence, Jr.

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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.