Sunday, July 8, 2007

"New Life"

This child which clings to my hand
Is life reborn in me
His tiny fingers reach out innocently
As though a silent decree
To hold me to my promises
As all the years go by
The many days to teach the ways
And all it may imply
Once upon a generation
Chances may appear
To make a difference in the world
Upon this hemisphere
A single tiny life comes forth
That brings a call to bear
The seedling grows to be a tree
In all my gentle care

© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

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