Blu waits,
Silent.

What must he know?
Shadows from
Spires have
No echo. No aid.
Silence speaks no
Language.

Sounds of whispering wings
Repeat “wish, wish, wish.”
Blu hears, hopes his are the proper kind,
Exact for
His first moment of
Life
With Humankind.

Expectations
Haunting, extreme.
Will he do enough,
Too much?

Remember the rules,
Strange Chap,
If you want an ever-home.

I feel his heart
Whimper.

All he needs, the
Slight message sent
Through Winter’s Holy Night.
Stitched on cherub’s robes
Gently flowing from
True and golden tongues
They answer Blu’s desire
In the elegant-simple words.

‘A Child is born.”

Charlene James-Duguid
December 17, 2021