The blue chrysalis above
\nholds our lives.
\nBeyond is the immense forest
\nof the heavens.
\nBelow are songs breathing
\nthrough our hearts,
\nand I listen to heartbeats.
\nTo the small, fragile treasure
\nof a womb.
\nBaby in the reeds of life\u2019s river.
\nComing to us from the headwaters
\nof conception.
\nChild, becoming cell by cell
\nits own singularity.<\/p>\n
Boy, from which a world
\nwill become the ancestor
\nof new worlds.
\nAnd I hear his name
\nwhispered secretly
\namong trees he will climb,
\nsee words from which
\nhis name is spelled,
\ndream dreams,
\nwhere his childhood will run,
\nand to whom he will come,
\nwhen we call his unfinished
\nsymphony,
\nand hold him in our arms.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The blue chrysalis above holds our lives. Beyond is the immense forest of the heavens. Below are songs breathing through our hearts, and I listen…<\/p>\n