Shy little one,
When will you say?
I know you’ve spoken in your own small ways:
A turn and tease, a playful push, a grasp;
To tell us, “Hi, I’m here.”
But, sadly, we are not yet fluent
In the language of miracles and spirit.
And we’ve been waiting, oh so long,
Praying for so long,
Loving for so long,
Longing for so long.
Before that thought and twinkle first appeared,
You already lived inside our soul as one.
A perfect, tender fruit
Grown from grace
By the springs of hope
And nourished in the sunlight of wisdom
Is a fun game.
But now it’s time to play
A new way.
Now and always.