This Child
This child is born. The world has changed.
Many lives are rearranged.
A chance that never lived before
To change the world forevermore.
A miracle still not understood,
This birth, another chance for good.
Fleeting time will leave its mark.
Therefore, from first day disembark
On earth’s uncertain, curtained road,
Rich with hope mid heavy load;
Like doubts and fears and, yes, betrayal.
But true love can lift each veil.
So love this child and don’t forget
The seconds race now that you’ve met.
No time’s too late nor challenge great
To embrace this child and guide its fate.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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