Prologue
In the
soft-stillness of a child’s bedroom a mother
prays her
progeny’s holy-nighttime sacred-psalm---
“Amen!” she
whispers…followed by a reverent echo.
“Prayer comforts
a pure heart.” Mommy allows.
“Music soars a
spirit-wild.” Compliments the child.
“Love! Sings our psalm!” Concludes the
Mother.
Stroking soft
silky-strands, “Mommy” comforts
her child upon a
bosom-tender as she silent-prays
Thanksgiving for
the blessing and dares selfish-hope
for God’s protection
and a satiating ‘happy”-life.
When, at last,
the tiny head lays heavy, she slips a
thin arm away,
gently kisses the soft cheek laying
soft hand upon
the forehead-cool, smiling tenderly.
“Good night! My
child! Pleasant dreams!
---Happy
life!...One day, true Love! Amen!”
And---of innocence is born…Oh! Sacred-Truth!
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