(for my daughter over the ocean)
It is a time of year to be born. Hearts
creaking open to hear narratives of joy,
mangers setting up in churches
across nations, and we who bring you
into the world are unready, stunned.
In the long nights every swaying step
a learning and we never know
if we’re getting it right. In all lives
we have a stake; but for any ache,
frustration, disappointment, fear
we have no remedy but love.
Nudge those heart-doors a bit further;
let the light spill on frost-hard ground.
Is it now the time and place to leave you
to this shadowed earth, this home
for those in need?
Inspired by:
1. My daughter’s birthday
2. PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 28
3. This article about a baby abandoned in a church nativity scene.
Happy Birthday to your daughter!
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That baby, I hope he finds a warm and loving home. Happy Birthday to your daughter.
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Oh, I hope so, too!
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“We who bring you into the world are unready, stunned.” Indeed. We may have had our themes in synch yesterday! This is beautiful and thoughtful. When is the right time to let go?
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It’s so impossible to be prepared for parenthood, at any stage. Why is that??
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This is simply beautiful. rooted in both the mysticism of the season and the harshness of the world — and the devotion you have for your daughter.
I am working on something of kindred spirit and will be posting next week. I feel like we are on the same life boat.
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Thank you. I was not really sure about this one when I posted it. I guess the things that are heart-closest are hardest to see objectively. It’s growing on me, though. I’m looking forward to reading yours!
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Yes. I think that is right. And they come fastest and seem most true without any justification at all.
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