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.