TO TANJA'S CHILD, FEBRUARY 1997
Child of life:
Welcome to this brightly painted carousel,
This circus and playground that is life;
Admission is free, bought with love and pain,
A gift freely given, one day yours to share.
Come in to play, to give all that is given,
And find the joys so freely wished for you.
Child of desire:
You swim in your world of wonder, little one,
Blissfully expecting so little of what awaits,
Dreaming the futures of the waiting,
Yet eager to be born; excited; fighting
Like your mother to make the blessed day
Of your birth a joyous and safe homecoming.
Child of wonder:
I marvel at all the things you are so soon--
Mother's joy, father's pride, God's gift;
Can you see from your vantage point, so young,
All that lies before you, all that lies within?
Can you truly call so loud to us out here,
And bid us live in the magic of your being?
Child of promise:
Most precious of lives, what riches you possess!
Love is your birthright; intelligence, beauty,
And a discerning spirit your inheritance.
What incredible days await us all in your circle,
As we see the flowering of all you are and become,
And look astonished at your promise realized.
Child of prayer:
Before you were born, I knew you
In your mother's womb; how else to explain
The crippling heartache of fearing I had lost you
Before I ever came to know you?
The prayerful anguish of that day we thought you gone,
Then later to find you (and hope) miraculously reborn.
Child of need:
I cannot explain, nor is it within any words,
The sacred loving ties that bind me to you.
Not family, surely, for we are of no human kin;
And yet I sense the need in me to be for you
A presence, perhaps unseen, perhaps miles removed,
That gives you another direction to turn when you need.
Child of love:
And so I come to greet you, little one,
And place myself forever at your service--
As friend, guide, touchstone, or more;
One of many lives you have already touched,
But unique in my love, given uniquely to you.
Be happy and content, and never far from me.