A Mother’s Touch

1. I walked with my first daughter midst life and knowledge grown
2. To teach her truth and wisdom and lessons never known.
3. I watched with anxious hoping as she took her first bite,
4. Then under blade aflaming, I said my last goodbye.
5. I sat there with the handmaid to calm her troubled heart,
6. Allay her casted thinking, her fears to all depart.
7. She could not see nor hear me; I reached inside her soul.
8. For soon she’d hold my baby, and we would share a role.
9. He stood in nurtured waters; I waited up above.
10. By Grace, entombed and risen, and I sent down a dove.
11. With still, small voice of whisper, I solemnly decreed:
12. This is my son beloved, in whom I am well pleased.
13. I beckoned from the pages to come into the grove
14. The singing and the buzzing, his knees to them they drove.
15. Within the fire column, I hovered as the sun.
16. “Dear Joseph—My Beloved; hear counsel from my son.”

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