Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Day 22, Sonnet 22

A child is born! Sweet lungs take their first air

And with a cry their start of life proclaim

With resonance, they shatter this stale air

With strength declare the knowledge of no shame.

A perfect life begins with the belief

That arms shall catch each step that stumbles forth

That love triumphs o’er hatred and o’er grief

And faith shall always guide one’s spirit north.

Dear child, may you always know your heart

May joy take hold inside and ne’er let go

May you know all the beauty of your parts

And may your courage always bloom and grow.

New life! Such magnitude in hands so small,

For your pure heart inspires hope in all.

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