Coming Of A Savior Poem by Doris Cornago

Running down the alley of my memory

caught a frail child peeping out a window

counting the stars as she looks up

unmindful that tears streak her cheeks...


Still staring at the second floor

saw this child move her lips in prayer

so quiet only her heart must have heard

or the cactus lining the window shelf...


Some days this child needed to walk

when her coins fall short of the fare

or part with some when she needed to share

but this does not make her tears fall...


One day this child needed to see

a beggar woman with a suckling child

dirty, scarred and bereft by the roadside

All coins are given no thoughts aside...


Every Christmas evening all celebrate

the coming of a Savior a child knew not

She can only see darkness, doubt and pain

heartaches a few coins cannot alleviate...