Harold Macdonald's Muse


A Babe Is Born in Kandahar



Harold Macdonald

A babe is born in Kandahar

In the tent a midwife brings her know-how

Done! The sweating mother on her elbows now

takes the child; overhead the  brilliant star.


A babe is born in the province of Darfur

Soon may perish by machete

No living being is deemed to petty

For sacrifice; no family too poor.


A babe is born again in Palestine

But fear pervades the place of birth

No angels  here no shepherds’ mirth

So easily sudden death can cross the line.


Each birth’s  a breaking open of a future hope

A hidden power, a possibility to finally cope.