The Joy of God’s Creation
In a house filled with loved ones,
Loneliness leached into my heart and mind.
Like water seeping through moss,
It soaked my soul, sinking me.
My heart, heavy with grief, ached
Like a swollen river exceeding its banks.
My only solace, the silk of my baby’s breath
against my cheek.
Her laughter lifts my spirits.
A sunny meadow, I bloom under her tender touch.
I clasp her to my bosom.
She creates a mother whose heart beats lightly with joy.
Stacy Peterson
