A mental abyss under despairing sheet
Light bends to the dark in a soulless night
Then enters the patter of tiny feet
In the deep, a rustle and whispers of lilies
The gentlest of doves, yet a tempest of might
The rose fashions life and summons the light
The patter of tiny feet tames the wildest seas
Love hearkens to the angel of grace
The grey veils part and doubt has no trace
The heart has to heed a call so sweet
So is the might of the patter of tiny feet.

Dr. Issmat kassem