a new breath given
to this boychild
a name given
to this miracle
two lives entwined in love
God takes their hearts
and makes them one
and born of love
is this gift
of a child
like Mary
of Judea
Beth was great with child
and now Wyatt Robert
lies wrapped
in swaddling cloth
and swaddled in his
mama's arms
and swaddled in his
daddy's arms
lies peacefully
the circle of love
complete
like Mary
of Judea
every mama ponders
the miracles of birth
traces over the lines of her child
with her fingers
soft as the petals of a rose
this skin that holds
this new life
this boychild
all joy and mischief
endless energy
and fun
growing by God's grace
wrapped within
this soft skin
embraced by a
mama heart
Like every father
their gaze amazed
this daddy watches
while this sleeping bundle
lies supported by his strength
shaping to his arm
resting against his daddy heart
learning already
to trust and believe
in this strong one
with a kind
and gentle
heart
And here rests Gramma
watching the miracle all over again
as the ones which passed
years ago
her heart rejoicing
to witness
their joy
they might tire of hearing 'their' stories
'Yes, mom, we know it...'
but truth tell
I could never really ever be finished
the telling of their stories
I have pondered in my heart
each moment
such mercy and grace
to be three times safely delivered
of a new baby
and know this time wrapped in eternity
this caressing rose petal softness
learning each fold and sigh
wanting to be more than this child
will ever need
Children
a gift from God
we carry them
He fashions them
we nurture
and love them
He guides their heart
love gifts from our Father's gracious hand
this joy
abundant
Wyatt Robert
a new baby
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What an amazing miracle. "Children, a gift from God". Welcome to little Wyatt Robert, boychild well loved.
ReplyDeleteI'm SO happy for you, Susan!! What a precious bundle you have to love on and care for. :-) XO
ReplyDeleteSo happy for this little man that has made you a grandma 4 times over. How blessed you are! I love his name . . . one of my great-grandfathers was named Wyatt. Congratulations to all the grammies and grampas, aunties and uncles and especially the new mommy and daddy.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautifule poem you have written. This Baby will be so loved!
ReplyDeleteOf course, this made me cry. Little Bethany all grown up and holding a child of her own? The tears follow the lines on my face...time moves on...Wasn't it just yesterday that we were building a raft on the beaver pond and getting all four kids on board? As time moves on, God the Father's grace is always new and He's still creating little ones for us to love. Praise be to Him Who is, and Who was, and Who is to come!
ReplyDeleteI had to come here because I knew you were just bursting with emotion. When you overflow, you write or sketch or dance. I was hoping you would write and you did. Such a wonderful gift for your Bethany and her family. Hugs all around.
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