A PONDERING THOUGHT ON A BEAUTIFUL DREAM
By Alison Grubbs

With eyes closed, and tranquil mind, I drift away.
Music begins ever so softly,
In the darkness, the shimmering light of a candle is born,
There is something here that awakens my sences,
Someone reaches out to me and takes my hand in their own.
This hand that holds mine so posessively, is strong, but gentle.
My eyes strain in the soft glimmer of candle light to catch
glimpse of this captivating creature.
The sparkling light gives an enchanting shimmer to his seemingly dark eyes.
A rich, deep spicy aroma fills the air,
as he slowly spins me closer to him.
What a heavenly scent, strangely familiar.
I am truely mesmerized, he does all the right things,
He seems to know my every thought,
I do not want to awaken.
He leans down and takes my face into his hands,
his fingers carressing my cheek ever so lightly,
and just as our lips meet, my dream fades and my eyes reopen,
and there before me, my eyes behold the most beautiful creature that God could create.
Lips parted upward into a dashing smile, and those same captivating eyes,
that looked so deeply into mine, seconds before, said what my heart yearned
to hear, " I love you "
What a beautiful thing, to know that you are my dream,
and you have come true. " I love you"

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ROMANCE SPRINGS FORTH
By Alison Grubbs

What emotion could weaken my limbs,
and drive the sanity from within.
What wondrous beautiful music is this,
that dances on my heart and fills my spirit.
What is this strange and glorious rush,
that brings such emotions that make my cheeks flush.
Could this sensation be love at it's best,
Could it be only confined to this heart in my chest.
Like one hundred horses at gallop would sound,
my heart beats with desire for the one I have found.
With my heart, my soul, and all I'm made of,
For to you on this day, I vow my love.

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THE GIFT OF A CHILD
By Alison Grubbs

I sat in church one Sunday morn, along side my husband,
My heart feeling torn.
Behind me sat a young man and a beautiful lady,
Gathered up in her arms, a newly born baby.
My arms ached to hold this sweet child,
Her mother agreed and with arms open wide,
I cradled the baby up close to my chest,
I rocked her back and forth with such tenderness,
For nearly an hour I held on to her, choking back tears,
For once again nature confirms, that I am still childless after all of these years.
A searing pain burdens my heart,
and once again the bitterness starts,
So many are blessed with these creations from above,
Yet they're dismissed as a hindrance, and die without love.
At the moment this thought enters into my mind,
I can hear the angelic voices ring out from the choir,
"Oh come little children, oh come heed the call..."
I can't hold back the tears, so freely they fall,
Then I can feel my husband's hands,
brush away the tears, and I know he understands.
I return the precious baby girl to the arms of her mother,
and rise up from my seat and head for the altar.
And I find my husband kneeling at my side,
sadness on his face and tears in his eyes,
Then with eyes closed and hands adjoined,
we pray "Oh Father not our will, but yours be done."
Then as the choir sings of glory and faith,
the heaviest of burdens lift from me this day.
For I know that God will, in His own time,
bless us with the precious gift of a child.

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