My friends have told me
That sometimes, a dream is partially your own
And partially a gift from God.
And if that is the case,
I choose you, my darling,
Out of all the inventions of my imagination.
For when I knelt down to your height
And touched the dark curls you inherited from me
And gazed into your sightless eyes,
I was struck with your perfection
And I fell in love with you, my darling.
And though I've never met you,
Though you existed for a mere moment,
A swirl of sleep and neurotransmitters and yearnings and Spirit
I would live a thousand lifetimes
If only I might hold you in one of them.
If God gave this dream to me,
I thank Him and rejoice.
And if you were solely my invention--
Oh, but you were more than that, my darling.
Out of all the inventions of my imagination,
I never could have thought of you.
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.