Child Of My Own

maryla wilson artwork

It is hard to believe! 
Child I hold you in my arms. 
Child of my own.

Child of ancient dreams.
Child of mystery.
Child of the world.


Child, who are you?
You are God-with-us.
You are every child.


You are every dream,
You are every whimper and cry.
You are every exhaustion and struggle.
You are every smile and delight.
You are every pain and misery.
You are every giggle and joy.


You are God-with-us.
You are born now,
It is hard to believe...
at least until I am willing to hold you.


Poem by Shane O'Connor