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.
Sincerely,
Florence B. Taylor
Next - 7/14/49 - Dianne and Gramma in Saltsburg