Bkessed Act Poem by Kurt Hearth

One win'try day I trudged
'long icy snow packed walk.
In my tattered wrap.
frigid wind found ev'ry hole.
I wondered, might I find
any place warm without bias?
A corner I turned. In some
virgin snow small footprints
I spied. They must be new
for the snow was fresh and white.
My curiosity warned my heart
and it trembled. I feared the worst.
Into the icy deep, these tracks
I traced. My fear welled.
To silent building's dark corner they led.
There, huddled in snow so freezing cold.
Tmy form, still and silent lay.
For the child I reached
gathered her in my arms.
She moved not, fervently I prayed.
Warm tear, on my cheek
to the small frigid face fell.
Slight tremble I sensed.
With my tattered wrap I cradled
this small one.
Turning, warm place on the walk
I sought. Through the night
we huddled. From that cold
I shielded the child. And slept,
deeply.
To my dismay In the mom I found.
My charge had gone.
But where? Had someone taken her?
Had I failed? My heart sank.
Yet in her place white dove nestled
and I now, warm. Then realized t'was,
Christmas morn I felt good.
19Dec12