The Journey Begins

Beneath the celestial clock, babies are headed for earth,

Waiting for their guides to deliver them for birth.

An Angel checks the coordinates and positions of the stars,

Plus relationship of sun and moon, and celestial calen-dars.


The readiness or un-readiness of the parents to be,

Gets little regard by the Angels, you see.

For such unimportant and minor things,

Mean nothing compared to blessings a baby brings.


The whole wide world may be changed by one baby,

It happened before and will again, not just maybe.

Sparked by flame of hope, babies are sent and thence,

They can alter time and universe for earthly recipients.