Is She Beautiful?
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Gazing, wondering, dreaming,
Heart that flutters, lips speak love
Beauty—Unquestioned
Toddling child, innocent, sweet
Trusting, loving, laughing,
Bright eyes sparkle, plump cheeks grin
Beauty—Pure
Mother bustling, busy day, long night
Worrying, teaching, leading
Prayers of pleading, Hands that sooth
Beauty—Enduring
Winner of bread, student of books
Caring, striving, serving
Dreams yet fulfilled, ache in her chest
Beauty—Undaunted
Maker of homes, gazing ‘round, empty nest
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Letters of love, faces to greet
Beauty—RefinedNew adolescent, childhood gone
Trying, shying, becoming
Freedom seeking, future looming
Beauty—Blossoming
Woman of age, graying and bent
Slowing, accepting, remembering
Spirit contented, sacrifice made
Beauty—Tested
Daughters of God, young and old
Striving, falling, rising
Beauty inherent, Blessings endowed
Beautiful—All
Beautiful—All
10.31.14
True Love
True Love
In cozy bed I slumber.
Scared cries reach my ear
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!”
Called out in dreaming fear.
Which baby is it crying?
I go in search to see
And find in nursery sleeping
Not one wee babe, but three.
The two-year-old is stirring.
I stroke her tussled hair
And take note of the place they sleep
Built with such love and care.
My father knows our family.
He saw specific need
And built this bed for our girls
With skill and love and speed.
Now all round Dad’s creation,
The room, the door, the hall,
I see more blessings tailored
By the Father of us all.
He too saw the specifics.
He knew our thoughts and cares.
He listened and was mindful
As we came to Him in prayer.
With a father’s love He drafted
The blessings He would give,
Just like a bed for babies,
A home for us to live.
I cannot doubt their love for me
It’s in each small detail.
I see through Dad’s example
That Father’s
love is real.
~Kathryn
May Chapman
Sept 23, 2014
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