No Small Wonder

I first met you in my daughter’s voice,

Tremulous, sweet.

I first greeted you apologetically for a heart’s leap

of celebration.

Minutes later, I knew

That fleeting moment

Was eternal

As the destiny of new star-light.

Though your light is warmer,

Being knit

In fellowship fused with love,

And a patent

For royalty; The King’s hand

Hardwires you

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.