Out Of The Deeps Of Winter
By James Dillet Freeman

Out of the deeps of winter
For those who look, there glows
Down in the heart’s green center
The Christmas rose.

Not much, a touch of dreaming
Is all it takes to see
Beyond bare sense & seeming
Christ’s mystery,

And glimpse God’s glory under
The crust and rust of things,
And feel for a day of wonder
The brush of angel’s wings.