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