A Most Beautiful Sunrise

 Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward.  Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one's youth. Psa 127:3-4
A Most Beautiful Sunrise

10-14-02

They called out to me,

Up there, leaning over the balcony,

Their smiles were so bright,

In the dawn's new light.

One was almost a woman so fair,

Soft and pretty with silken hair.

The other was still a child,

Innocent, happy and mild.

As I looked up at them,

I had a vision of a sparkling precious gem.

"Look Mommy, at the pretty sunrise" they said.

"It's beautiful," I replied, without turning my head.

It was the most magnificent sunrise

Because I had seen it reflecting from their eyes!