Vol 8, Num 25 :: 2009.12.25 — 2010.01.07
You, my child.
your hands, as webs,
reach out to touch my insides.
“mommy, i am here.”
you knit my womb and heart
together with strings.
your smile already my companion.
angel,
you speak to me through your rumblings,
coursing blood, water, tears
out from my fingertips.
i imagine your steps,
giant, small
and wonder at your nature.
i crawl, small,
into my Father’s hands,
whispering thanks,
gasping for all of the Love
in the world there is to give
because you deserve it
my darling.
i imagine your face,
wrinkled, calm
swimming through your childhood
already begun.
i marvel at your daring heart,
already,
wishing nothing but hope and
promise and life —
lovely things,
lovely things
for you.
you wake now
with passion
stirring like earthquakes
as i pray.
your voice is calling out
“amens,”
i can hear you saying your
yeses,
saying yes to the world.
“yes world, I Am coming.”
Image courtesy of Avital Kline.
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