Her pinpoint voice
An infants noise
Flew past my life at four thirty
On labor day last year
Her now enormous words
An inspiration to the world
Went supersonic that day
Cradling humanity in supple hands
The world responded with cheers
And caught the comets tail
Awwww... Lovely.
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Cheers!
Birth and redemption are often equated, though in this case, it seems very personal and alive--and it has many levels. The end result is that I feel like cheering about something, whether its the birth of a child or the rebirth of a self or even humanity--now that would be awesome--so I'm happy, even if I've missed some of what's going on. Thanks for your really cool comment at my place, also.
ReplyDelete"Cradling humanity in supple hands" It truly is amazing. :) I see a number of ways to go with this poem - the virgin and child and Mary's messages to the world today; someone's life passing and her life's work has had an affect on those left behind, or possibly, simply your baby being born. ... ha, gotta love poetry! :)
ReplyDeleteI love the first four lines.. What a swooping way to introduce us to your vision. I agree with Hedgewitch this does have a layer of intensely personal meaning (or so it seems) but you leave it open for us to interpret in our own way.
ReplyDeleteI picture here the birth of a baby. No greater joy than hearing an infant's voice for the first time. And catching the comet's tail, what what a great metaphor for EXTREME happiness!
ReplyDeletei hope you are still experiencing the gift of her cosmic words :)
ReplyDeleteLove it! I don't know if I understand it fully, but what a sense of joy! Great closing line.
ReplyDeleteCradling humanity in supple hands... I love that!
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