I first met you in my daughter’s voice,
I first greeted you apologetically for a heart’s leap
Minutes later, I knew
That fleeting moment
As the destiny of new star-light.
Though your light is warmer,
In fellowship fused with love,
And a patent
For royalty; The King’s hand
In filigree glory, His heart teaching
As you listen to Him sing in your mother’s voice;
As you learn
The tenor of Love in your daddy’s laughter
And it’s unfailing rhythm,
present as heart-beat, soft as breathing:
A cradle of Truth.