A Christian Poem on the Joy of a Child’s Laughter

A giggle breaks the morning gloom,
a squeal, a snort, a sonic bloom.
No sermon preached, no choir rehearsed,
just joy erupting unrehearsed.

She laughs at socks upon her head,
at toast that looks like pirate bread.
He cackles loud at falling peas,
at tickled toes and bumblebees.

And heaven leans to hear the sound,
a holy echo, joy unbound.
For Christ once cooed in Mary’s lap,
and played with straw, and took a nap.

So let the world be grave and grim,
we'll chase the light that lives in them.
For every giggle, every grin,
is God reminding us to begin.