Poem January 12, 1981 ISSUE

A glimpse of Love

DIANA L. WOODS

As I stood there by her bed, watching her sleep,I felt such a deep, indescribable love—for just this child?No.As I continued watching her—awed by beauty, innocence, peace—I realized that love (far-reaching, limitless,enveloping all)hints the unmistakable touch of the Christ,freeing usfrom that limited sense of human possessiona mother feels for her own.For then it seemedthat there, before me, lay sleepingevery child of this world.

DIANA L. WOODS

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