For her youngest sons, Jacob and Joseph, inspired by the Book of Mormon
|Little one born in wilderness,
so serious, so young,
if I were not gray-haired and weary
I would rise and run with you,
fetch water from sweet river,
gather fruit from shining tree.
Instead I cradle, hold you close,
breathe in your boyish scent
of green things crushed by tumbling,
of warm earth plowed and planted.
With what sighing and what singing
I have left, I bless you down through ages,
little one in promised land,
so old behind your sober, searching eyes.
Related to the Come, Follow Me readings for February 3-9
Originally written for MoPoWriMo 2020