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A rhyming poem re the potential for beauty in the newborn child ... or newly hatched bird. |
| This morning my wife called me to come see a mother robin feeding her hatchlings high up in their nest. Baby birds may be some of the ugliest of Nature’s things. All I could see were three featherless heads with wide open beaks wobbling atop three scrawny necks demanding they next be fed. ‘Twas hard to see how pretty they’d soon be. Yet, in a few short weeks’ time these ugly birds become beauties much admired by all. Likewise, newborn humans, always cuddly, may not within the realm of beauty fall. Mothers’ eyes see in a newborn beauty that may be unseen by menfolk, who lie and say, “What a pretty baby!” Duty requires this, not to make the mother cry. And yet, many an ugly newborn child develops into a beauty later, where appearance and manner reconcile with its potential to become greater. Those who see all newborns as beautiful see newborns’ potential as viewable. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |