Infant Mystery
Your mother, laboring to give you life--
I, happy witness to love’s mystery,
so close I would be first to see your face.
Your head crowned, turned, unforgettable face!
Tiny body, precious vessel of life,
innocence fresh from God, a mystery.
Powerful love, confounding mystery--
I hold you, bonding with sweet form and face,
aching to keep you safe, protecting life.
Life, deep mystery, enthroned on your face.
Copyright, July 13, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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