RADIANT LITERARY JOURNAL
The World’s Cry
— Julia Steffl —
A single baby’s coo
spanned an impassable distance
Without your simple sigh,
my soul would never reach home
The manger and the cross
both made by wood
The wood that could only be embraced
by Emmanuel, God with us
by the Word becoming Flesh
You opened heaven’s door
and made a way for all sinners
You made a path back for me