A Poet's Prayer - Part 4
Epilogue
Robert was speechless at first. Then he beamed and embraced her.
"You just realised? And are you sure?"
"Yes, Robert. You're going to be a father."
They both closed their eyes and sat in reverent silence, thanking God for His goodness.
"You know that poem I wrote on our honeymoon?"
"Yes. You made me sit still as though you were an artist capturing a portrait."
"I was. In my own poetic way."
"May I hear it, my love?"
"Of course, Mrs. Stainton...
I prayed for love
Companionship, too.
I prayed for courage
To talk to you.
I prayed for someone who shares my faith.
I prayed that God would keep us safe.
I prayed for a chance to give
I prayed that you and me could live
As man and wife, best friends too,
Because, my love, I prayed for you.
And here you are - before my eyes,
Your smile so gentle, sweet and wise.
Your face a picture, though your hair's a mess.
Your regal gown of linen dress.
Your beauty and your heart of care
That sees potential everywhere.
That loves so deeply, loves so true.
Oh yes, my Rose, I prayed for you.
Rose could withhold a current of tears no longer. She leaned close and whispered in her husband's ear, "You know, I am so grateful, Robert. So grateful God answers our prayers."
"As am I, Rose," he said, smiling. "Because yes, He does."
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