Where are the edges of me?
I am not sure anymore…
The side that was there
The wall which supported
So much weight
Is gone…
And I have no idea
Where I stand anymore
How can anyone love me?
When I don't know
What the hell that is
In the first place.
But I look in his eyes
And I can feel his heart
As it searches and aches
And find it hauntingly beautiful
As much as any parent
Would love a child
Who's heart had been broken
Or lost in their pain
We would know
That they are devastatingly
Beautiful,
Regardless of fluid edges
And the unknown forms
They may take shape in
He is a unique expression
Of humanity searching for himself
And like any character
In a good book
Being broken
Before being forged
Into the hero
We know he will become
Already a father
And a good one
At that
It is impossible
For him not to be great
Just as he is…
Loveable just as he exists…
As the primordial ooze
Of the universe swirls about him
The essence of the Divine
Still deciding how
It will be
Is like standing at the edge
Of creation…
Dazzeling
And awe inspiring…
Like a newborn full of potential
How can we not gaze
Upon this fragile being
And fall in love?
