A little girl stood by the stage of the church,
In front of all the pews, facing away from us,
She then turned our way and her face changed into a beautiful look of love.
Children are like angels that watch out for us,
Because if we pay attention, they will guide us to what is right,
Even if we feel we are starting to slip,
We can look to them for the answers,
The answers and the things we will learn through open love and life.
©2004 Molly Nicole
(inspired by Ann)
HER MIRACLE
Collapsing,
She falls to the ground,
On the dirt she lays,
With her boney face to the side,
And her eyes rolling back in her head,
As her father bows over her in grief.
She is starving,
Look at her face,
And those innocent eyes.
Oh God, please bring her a miracle,
Please, she is malnutritioned and starving to death,
Her life is unraveling before my eyes.
Please, let me see what her life would be if it did not unravel,
And only grew,
Let me see all that she could be, God,
Let me see that she will grow to be healthy, with so much life in her eyes,
And in them showing her precious love,
Let me see that her parents can be full of joy for their daughter, as only a parent can know,
Let me see how she will touch so many other's lives,
Along the way making a chain reaction,
Throughout all her years,
As she grows into a beautiful young woman,
With a glowing face,
And with a chance to always be learning,
Continuously touching lives.
Where is that miracle?
She is waiting for someone to come with a miracle,
A human or a god,
She's waiting,
Trying to.
But her time is running out.
©2004 Molly Nicole