Born Unto Us
Date: Monday, 1st August 2005 @ 06:43:04 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: spike
("The Work of His Hands" 2004 by Gary B. Clark)
In the vessel of my wife,
The makings of another life
Shaped by a master potter’s hands,
The fashioning of clay
A soul in sublunary guise,
Joins in Nature’s sweet reprise
And dreams within it's amber world
Of things unknown by name
Guided by a primal course
That spells Creation’s complex verse,
An ancient song that sings the years
Brings forth its given time
Through the silence of the morn,
A kindred soul to mine is born
A single cry to herald life
Into the newborn day
Who would think a simple seed
Could mingle with the fertile bed
And yield a thing that holds us still,
To marvel at our grace
A child wrapped in swaddling clothes
Quiet now in sleep’s repose,
A life from lives that hardly lived
Until this very day
Who’s to know the path ahead
Will guide to light or steer to dread
The wishful things of every heart,
Save promise what can be
The treasure of every child,
As fragile as the world is wild
But here, pressed to a mother’s lips
Is the wellspring of our hope.
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