Wednesday, April 26, 2017


Messenger of fire and water
your own birth foretold in a dream

I hold you in my arms and gaze upon your face
the delicate skin, your tiny fingers,

and wonder what dreams wrinkle your nose and brow
when I might hold you again

listen for your new songs, 
this fragile life that is yours

and wonder how big you will become
when you take on the difficult conversations

how much we come to expect of you
your powers of interpretation

the foundation of intervention
whispered in the night

an epiphany that changes everything. 
May it be.

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