Her Name Is Joy
Honey colored eyes; clear and deep.
An open passageway to her soul.
Nothing whatever to hide…
No reason to.
She came directly from .….The One.
A Divine Thought.. and she became.
Not from her parents…
Only through them, from….The True.
Within her eyes, she would tenderly hold you
And draw out your initial innocence,
Your long forgotten goodness,
Created,. generated by…...The Good.
A Spirit living to mirror ours’ in Him ,
A True Lover and follower of Christ,
Destined to vitalize our own fading center,
Hope, Love and Faith in…....The Beautiful.
Through her loving living testimony,
Of the Alpha and the Omega within,
Our Exodus from the status quo
Destined to painfully, yet gloriously begin….
Another...Personification of Love
Another …Missionary,
Another …True Saving Grace,
Aborted....
Dedicated to All our Baby Friends.
Loved into existence,
by The One, The True,
The Good , The Beautiful.
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2010
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