You are my miracle child
a letter of stainless ink
weaving within horizon shadows
and echoing your light.
Do you know who named you?
I could not have held you as close
if our angelic hope breathing
above harvest's song
hadn't threaded your very skin.
You were not a project,
a construction path unknown
with an expiration date;
For He carved His name
upon His veins and tied your heartstrings
inside His pathway to love.
Let your soul rejoice
and every stranger
desire to hold and listen
as you recount your
Father's creation stories,
to give back what was lost.
