Poetry

MAKE A FIRE OF LOVE FOR US by Tim Haut
Under the surly skies, as the frozen earth bends its back to the wind-blown drifts, something blossoms still. As all miracles are born out of season, in the emptiest of nights or most soul-forsaken days, so a child of promise slips in like a whisper, or a gleam of light, when we are turned away. It is a new year we have. An ancient word is spoken, hands touch, we see the terror and the yearning in each other's eyes-- and love, too, as it kindles a flame for us, a place to gather in the night. Give us this benediction, Holy One, by whom our years are named: Make a fire of love for us, Something to burn away our sins' debris, Something to help us see what darkness hides, Something to remind us of a Spring. (Comments to Tim at timothyhaut@yahoo.com.) Deep River, CT