The Heart's Song Is Never Silent

His eyes sparkle like diamonds, His smile brings the sun from behind the clouds, His laugh makes the birds sing, This child of mine, I want to cover him in bubble wrap, Protect him from harm, Shelter him from cruelty, This child of mine, I wish I could catch him every time he fell, Be his shelter from the wind, This child of mine, Yet I cannot-but I will not fret, Because this child of mine is hope personified...watch him fly,

Last night I heard a robin singing in the rain, And the raindrop's patter made a sweet refrain, Making all the sweeter the music of the strain. So, I thought, when trouble comes, as trouble will, Why should I stop singing? Just beyond the hill It may be that sunshine floods the green world still. He who faces the trouble with a heart of cheer Makes the burden lighter. If there falls a tear, Sweeter is the cadence in the song we hear. I have learned your lesson, bird with dappled wing, Listening to your music with its lilt of spring When the storm-cloud darkens, then's the TIME to sing. --Eben E. Rexford