Stef is like a morning after rain:
The sun smiles on a fresh, rebaptized Earth.
Errant wonders capture this rebirth,
Praising God for simple loveliness.
Her heart does not undo itself in vain.

Reprinted by permission from Nicholas Gordon

Stephanie finds her wreath in pain:
To her, the greatest happiness is giving.
Each moment that her love flows like a wound
Places all creation in her heart.
How can she crave the sun while in the rain
silent, suffering soul lies barely living?
Nor can her thoughts with nature be attuned
In a world where children’s brains are blown apart.
Even so, her words are sweet and sane.

Reprinted by permission from Nicholas Gordon

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