I share a poem.



You are ours
(for Leigh)

I saw you sleeping this morning
with the birds
And in your drawing or swaying
I saw that curve
Of your construction in composition
with the lies
From one who truly wants your destruction
for you to die
But in your quiet shallow breathing
I see the truth
No one can shatter its peaceful moment
eternal loop
That He who loves you has ever given
by His own grace
No confrontation nor condemnation
no, not one trace
No matter spoken 'gainst His beloved
will e'er remain
For you, my lover are His completely
and mine today.

On the birth of grandchildren

I became a grandfather again on January 17th. This child, my third grandkid, was born in the same town where I live and born to my daughter. This made it special for obvious reasons.

The first reason, proximity, was a powerful lure into the realm of emotion. I got to be there, or at least as "there" as a daughter would let her dad. The little critter arrived at her appointed time with minimal impact to mom. I was very thankful for that as I am sure was my new grandchild's mommy.

The implication of proximity about burst my mind with visions of outings, sleepovers, and the lot. No matter the challenges that every new mom has, or even the specific ones that this mom has, it was intoxicating to think of being able to bounce that dear lamb on my knee almost as often as I would want.

The second reason, my daughter, made this child full of the potential love a normal dad would have transfered and augmented to his daughter's daughter. There is just something about a baby girl to stir the heart. And, I am no different. My heart is stirred. I am smitten by a little black haired cherub (as I was, by the way, when I delivered her mom into my arms).

I can only hope that this new relationship will have as strong an ending as its beginning.