Miracle Of Birth


The seed becomes a flower fair... The acorn sprouts a tree
... And in its time a tiny child... Assumes reality... It is a
miracle of God... That there is life on earth... And bird and
fish and animal... And in the human birth... But higher is
our heritage... And greater is our goal... For God has given
each of us... Our own immortal soul...And it is ours to save
from sin... Or one that we may lose... According to the virtue
or... The evil that we choose... So let us guard it jealously...
And magnify its worth... And let us praise and thank Him for
... The miracle of birth.


James J. Metcalfe


 

 

From the book More Poem Portraits, page 100, by James J. Metcalfe

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