Divine Child

Where do we come from?
What is the underlying form?
What does the child inside become
each time we are reborn
to time and space?

What underlying grace divine
enters into space and time
to bring such quality to bear
the honesty, the innocence
the beauty of emotions bared

expressed as a child
in time's revolution
untamed and wild
in just this moment's evolution

or soft and sweet
as the gentle caress
of a hand on a babe
at its mother's breast

Why do we block
the flow of all life
seeking to become reality
when reality is so much more
than the mortal eye will ever see

When this child cries,
should we feel shame?
If it acts on impulse, should we blame?
or answer with an anger self-imposed
when in truth we ought to just enclose

the child of our heart in a gentle embrace
and love the never-ending grace
of curiosity and intuition
of potential brought to its fruition

of emotion deep and strong
that cannot be named wrong
arising to become
a gift presented from

the essence of totality
almost lost within the ambiguities
of what we've learned to call
our life . . .

?Michaelette?


9/8/99
Copyright© 1999 Michaelette L. Romano
All Rights Reserved
Take me home...