Thursday, October 8, 2015

Poem for Gabriel

Little RA burst into life,
demanding clearly “Fix me first
and we shall see if you can be
the kind of folks to handle me.
If you can do that, possibly,
I’ll let you take a shot at me.”

So much to see and learn and feel,
so hard to balance on the wheel
of life in time; impatience reigns
when wants must play through weeks and days.

So quick to shoot his blinding rays
to tender mountaintops and glee,
to sharper edges beckoning
as well to flow right over.

He will reach his arms to these
the edges, smiling, joyful haste
in light we’ll teach him not to waste
and then stand back and watch him – pulsing –
Shine.

A father’s dream, a rooster fine
with mind enough to walk the line
his mother teaches – possibly,
probably in fact. If we
are just as quick and strong as he,
Little RA will grow to be the sun.

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