Possibilities

Her fresh young face
Poised above
His tiny perfect one.
Her tender eyes gleam
With affection at his,
Wrapped in slumber.
~
She snuggles him warmer.
Determined brows arch
Straining to lift lids
From sleepy eyes.
~
A small squeak
Signals the failure of this endeavor.
Lips purse into a tiny bow,
Then relax to a wee smile
As if a blissful thought
Had wafted through his dream.
~
Her joy overflows,
Spills down her cheeks.
She dreams of…..
~
Possibilities.
~
For tonight…
Water turned to wine
And the tear damp smile
of Nain’s widow,
Remain concealed
In deep soft futurefolds .
~
This night,
Times kind meridian
Grants her shelter from
Looming day
Of thorny crown,
And crimson earth.
~
Mysteries of empty tomb
And endless worlds redeemed
Float beyond
Her dreaming.
~
Tonight,
Her arms filled with holiness,
Her face soft aglow
With the ancient light
Of numberless distant suns,
She can only see…..
~
Possibilities.

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