Sunday, January 28, 2007

A Gleaming Child

A gleaming creature
as angelic as the night
involves within us.

We are a mutual flower
of its conception.
Its harbor is the void
of a fathomless radiance.

Our child
feels its way
through starry limbs.
It explores
this space of itself
and the unleashed
flesh of its love.

I hold You to me
like the earth holds the sky.
Your womb is full of my rain,
my breath grows deeper
into Your labor pains.