Serene
Serene
Babe in mom’s womb
Fruit of love, blest with grace
Nourished midst prayer for life that’s
Peaceful
*2 Thessalonians 3:16 Now the Lord of peace himself give you peace always by all means. The Lord be with you all.
January 19, 2026
10th place, "MY no 1440" Cinquain Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/27/2026
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