‘Serenity’ By Liam Fitzpatrick.

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Looking at the sleeping child.

Her tenderness forever sealed

In her wondrous state.

Loved, not reviled.

Her gentle ways and smiles

Encapsulate

The mysteries of Life

And Natures wiles.

Why was she chosen

To be so pure?

Before those of lesser worth,

And warmth so poor?

My mind’s not bitter,

My heart’s just sad.

That such a choice.

Could come from God.

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