|You don't believe in miracles?
|Ah, Love is life's great unseen miracle,
|yes you do. You really must.
|ennobling human hearts, -
|You see bright gardens flourish
|Making angels out of devils, map-
|where was once but desert dust.
| ping lives by Heaven's charts.
|Radio and television?
|They are Of all wonders, seen or unseen, on
|miracles for sure;
|this wicked, wondrous earth
|Atom-power as yet undreamed of -
|Is God's handwork - through two
|in the hands of men mature -
|parents; 'tis the miracle of birth.
|Planes that break the sonic wall
|You believe in ageless miracles? Of
|are made by beings we call 'men'.
|course. And I, for one,
|One whole grove is filled with music
|Gaze in reverential wonder at our
|from the throat of a tiny wren.
|tiny new grandson.
Yes, even after a groggy night - that first night after the baby's (and mother's) trip home from the hospital - I feel that way about him. The wee man made his bow on June 18. He weighed in at 5 pounds, 10 ounces, and finds his name, Douglas Richard Young, a bit heavy for him. So he says, "Just call me 'Doug'." If his mother and my own five menfolks can get along without us, Doug's sister, Dianne, and I expect to go to Saltsburg and Marion Center next week. See you then.
Florence B. Taylor
Next - 7/14/49 - Dianne and Gramma in Saltsburg