June 27, 2014

My Journey to God

Grandchild

I would sing her a song
But the leaves in the trees
And the chimes on the breeze
Are whispering lullabies fit for angels.

She fits in my arms
Like a long-lost piece of me
Like a treasure swept from the sea
Scooped to my heart.

She is all wondrous eyes
And nubbin nose,
Cheeks forever, tiny toes,
Perfection from God’s hand.

I hold her close,
And she looks at me,
And I look at her, seeing more than I see,
And it is prayer.

By Linda Abner
 

(Linda Abner is a member of Our Lady of Lourdes Parish in Indianapolis.)

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