For my son, Stephen
You see the world as it is,
sometimes a zoo with chaos
on both sides of the bars,
a theater, a crucible,
a chain, a promise,
but always more than what
it seems.
How could I have known when
I held you in my arms years
ago that I was holding hidden
lightening that would sear
my skies with gold,
a lifeline to a shore a
little closer to heaven
where love just is
like the worlds that
always were.
God, who tore fire from a void,
made music in a vacuum,
shaped a radiant soul beneath
this doubting heart
and handed the world a small
light to improve by
when He trusted me with the
potential that grew
and discovered
and became the miracle
that is you.
Patricia Joan Jones
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