For My Children: Christmas 2009

I want you to know, you were chosen at birth
by a sheltering providence that guides your ways
that soon will reconcile your mind with this clay

thrust up from the depths of the earth
to become the mouth of limestone longing to say:
I want you to know, you were chosen at birth.

And from the music in your cells will come forth
the rhythm of your destiny, so that you can repay
the sun and rain on your face with gratitude each day.
I want you to know, you were chosen at birth.

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Comments

Hi. Wonderful poem. It has improved my mood immediately. In this time of beginning Christmas hurry it's good to read something nice a think about our dearest. Thanks.

Have a nice day,
Elli
Welcome and Give Thanks, Eli.

Yes, it is a time to "think about our dearest"

Peace,
Geoffrey
Randy B. said…
A wonderful poem and beautiful Christmas gift.
Give thanks, Randy B.

One Love,
Geoffrey

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