Is She Beautiful?


Beaming bride, trim waist, soft hands.
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
Traveling, enjoying, supporting
Letters of love, faces to greet
Beauty—Refined

New 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


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