SMALLNESS

 

        Here I am,

                                           Cradling the future in my hands,

                                           Not as though I were responsible,

                                           Not hoping to manipulate it,

                                           Simply grateful to have held it,

                                           To be old enough to recognize it

                                                          in what he is.

 

                                           Awestruck

                                           That so vulnerable a tiny parcel

                                           Could contain so many hopes,

                                           Unfold so much potential,

                                           Attract and reflect such great love.

 

                                           Keep holding up that blue-veined head

                                           That wants to see,

                                                          to know,

                                                          to matter.

                                           It needs a little help yet.

                                           Marvel at those fingers,

                                           Works in perfect miniature,

                                           That one day will create beauty . . .

 

                                           But look!

                                           They already have

                                           Clutched deep in my soul

                                           A still point of grace.

 

                                           And I am overcome

                                                          By smallness.

 

                                                            Oblate Rob Wilson 2021

(Painting:  Graham Braddock)