While like a giant – proud and happy
I've taken my babes in my arms
Fragile, innocent, and alive
And like a little bird she's
Pushing against my chest
Abandoned quiet and safe
For an instant almost sweetly
My faith appears to me like a dream
And I see myself, old and surrendered,
Seated there near the coalfire
Waiting for the evening with
the anxiety of a child,
Just to see her coming back home
With the gift of her smile
Of her words and kindness
It’s like a promise that can
solve the enormous joy
Of one of her kisses.
Then I wake up and I’ve already forgotten
But inside of me the kid’s trapped
soul advises me
That this new born child is already more important to me than that of my own life…
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Come now, you who say, "Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a city, and spend a year there and engage in business and make a profit. Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. Instead, you ought to say, "If the Lord wills, we will live and also do this or that." James 4:13-15
