Showing posts with label Womb. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Womb. Show all posts
Within the beauty by a scented candle
Marvels the dream that heaven consumes
To touch an infant and form his sweet soul
Led by the path it'll faithfully renew
Like the universe that surely embraces the womb
To have it forever and deny every way
Evil this world can stress on her heart
I long for the secret of how it can change
Along with the things that have made up the minds
Of her guardians above to bless this life whole
And love that such a chance had gave way
To fate which tells of a story that flows
By way of her life and inspiriting essence
May her moment to birth be separate from harm
Far past the moment when tears from her eyes
Glisten as she holds her newborn in her arms
While loved ones gaze on the miracle which God
Had blessed within every ounce of this bundle
And drown in that grace every time that she glows
With her little one warm in the blanket to cuddle
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