Wail in a Wasteland (A Christmas Poem)

we walk in a wasteland 
where flowers weep &
widows wonder why
while empty arms cry
& each step seems steep
to our stumbling feet
we fight back sorrow
who long for tomorrow
& words feel weak 
to reach the meek
those who seek spring 
in white winter
when a baby’s wail
softens the trail
piercing our ears
with his presence:
Jesus is with us