countless nights
whispering wordlessly
"What does God look like?"
Because he's the only one who knows
At least here
in this room
in this hour
this night
He's been there
not so very long ago
Gazing in her eyes
Drinking in her soul
Before the time
he came to me
He lived with her
I know
She held his tiny soul in hers
He knows her more
than I can ever dare to hope
so I ask him now to tell me
because without his words
yet fully formed
he understands
far more
than I
So we whisper and I write them down
the secrets he shares of her
Because time will pass and he will grow
He'll crawl and walk and run
He'll talk and read and know
The earthly wisdom he'll attain
will make his soul forget
the things he knows so clearly now
And I long to re-inspire
2 comments:
This poem's beautiful :-)
Nice--very nice!
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