When An Innocent Baby Appears...
Anytime we ponder over life
to extract its meaning
from unexplanaible causes,
hopelessness smears our sad faces
with an implacable grief;
but suddenly an innocent baby appears...
born inside his mother's womb,
changing our prospective
and supplement us with that
new rejuvenated spirit
to shroud us in hope,
and reveal us secrets of obscurity!
An innocent baby can
make our miseries a bygone past...
thrilling, inspiring and motivating us
to give him or her our uttermost attention
and profound,human care;
our spirit may be still obligated to grieve,
but our heart can find that freedom
from the toll of worries and desperation!
A light shines when darkness is dispersed and null...
our thoughts are controlled by negatives forces,
if we let them grimly scurry inside
and transform ourselves into sulky winers:
as sullen and inclement as weather itself...
as senescent as aged persons who grumble;
but out of nowhere we see
that whirwind transformation,
making us better givers...
when an innocent baby appears
amidst the stormy clouds
to summon up our courage!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2007
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