The baby’s plaintive cry, calls out to change her world:
to suit just her alone, as if her eyes could lie.
She is a creature small, on one great massive orb-
She wails against it all, but finds her mother’s love.
What mystery she feels, her hands upon her skin-
her lips, her touch, her smile, now soothed in silent awe:
one part of God revealed.
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