Let's Call Him Immanuel

In a ghetto alley, because the hospital

is out of bed, two teenage lovers

circle their newborn to obstruct the wind.


Miles away from their fathers and mothers,

having run away from the voracious gossip

of a small town to start a new life,

only the hisses of abandoned felines

praise the miracle which is every birth.


She holds the infant whose head is still

wet with amniotic fluid and

refracting the lamp's light, the mother rubs

her nose into his which has just taken

his first few gulps of the Earthen air

and the father says, Let's call him Immanuel.

by Rev. Samuel Son