little one,
I knew you’d come
falling through
blackness
thrums of voices
singing your ethereal
welcome
in languages prime
and present
unknown of origin
whispers of hope
knit by the hands
of the divine glass
blower
who, from lips gave
birth
to this dead and
dying world
and so too birthed
you
from the lips that
spoke, let there be
through woman’s womb
into a world in need
of the purity your
fresh mind brings
with etches of
eternity
still fresh upon your
skin
little one,
I knew you’d come
into brokenness of
flesh
divine soul from the
maker
to be a vessel
of personality and
passion
of love and the
lightness of being
you are loved little
one,
from before the time
of your conception
thoughts of you
in the mind of God
his lips uttered your
name into being,
come, little one,
come, quietly into
this night
come, little one,
come, boldly into
this day
come, little one,
come, gently into
breathing
come, little one,
walk among the leaves
grow into being
and live your dream
This poem was inspired by my new baby niece or nephew due to arrive any day. May her welcome into this world be blessed. I'm already a proud Auntie. I love you little one!
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