A Touch of Grace

The sun is sliding down the sky,

Hiding a while behind the sheltering trees

That cover the nursery window.

Sunlight frolics through the leaves

And dances like music in the tiny room,

Dappling the crib in a strobing brightness,

Tracing trembling patterns on the wall.

Our little one follows with wondering eyes

The beautiful play of shadow and light

And smiles -- remembering Heaven?