22 March 2010

A Nightly Travesty

For my 10-weeks baby.

Sweet mystery.
Eyes flutter under closed lids.
Do you dream of warm breasts and milk,
the funny fleshy fingers that find their way into your mouth,
or maybe of rolling over?
Sacred smile
that you offer in your sleep,
happy in the weary arms that hold you.
Inspired breath
flutters in and out and in,
your fragile life so present and so strong. 
This is your sanctuary,
where you offer the only worship you can muster.
To put you down would be unholy.

8 comments:

terri said...

this is beautiful sarah. really beautiful.

kirsten michelle said...

yes, oh yes.

Tammy said...

Wow Sarah. This is awesome. And what makes it even more awesome is that i can perceive glimpses into that mommie heart of yours. How sweet.

Sarah said...

Thank you all. So very, very much.

Joelle said...

Mmmmm. Love this sketch of worship. Sets me to thinking, perhaps better and deeper and truer being--which, as your baby teaches, is worship.

heather said...

I love that this little girl inspires beautiful poetry.

Emily (Laundry and Lullabies) said...

I loved this, Sarah. I'm glad you shared it.

L.L. Barkat said...

Oh, I really love that ending. "to put you down would be unholy"

That seems to be a good thought for other things in life too.