Faye Gibson Poet Verse

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

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Robert Nehls July 15, 2014 at 6:58 AM Ah, precious new life, a beautiful blessing that we have been entrusted with. I often wonder what these little bundles of life may be thinking. Being fresh from the arms of God do they have hope that they will be given the love and protection that God has intended for them. Very nice poem, my friend, I enjoyed it..... Robert

Arlene Smith July 14, 2014 at 8:58 PM fantastic! Love Love the last line! good luck in the contest, Faye.. Hugs.. Arlene