Scars
Light on the golden straw
Casts shadow on a face;
Blood on the earthen floor
Displays the price of grace:
Frost in the starlit air
Tailors fine coats of rime;
Shivering in the false glare
The child feels the pull of time.
Doubts of the things foretold
Adulterates good news;
Scars in the pallid gold
Are melted, then re-fuse:
Tears in a young girl's eyes
Alloy of motherhood;
Far from Olympian skies
God made of flesh and blood.