Little Creature Form’d of Joy and Mirth
Dreaming so secretly, shuttered in sleep,
Warm in the womb, an impervious keep,
Ancestors whispering love from the deep,
Out of the shadows I creep.
Motherly mysteries making my bones,
Hearkening here to inscrutable tones,
Lost in submission to slumberous zones,
As my existence she loans.
Out of the shadows and into the earth,
Brave parturition, a tremulous birth,
Given to arms that exalt in my worth,
Showered in motherly mirth.
Into the daylight, a bounty of light,
Sunbeams in wonder arousing my sight,
Senses awakened in perfect delight,
Swaddled and sacred by night.
God in His mystery, newly displayed,
Living infinities freshly arrayed,
All of my yearning for being He made,
Mother, my guard unafraid.
adamdaniel 