Birth

 

Stars in eyes,

I follow hope

to a tiny one,

enclosed in atoms

in whose power atoms live.

The Word at heart

now wordless, but for cries,

joining beast and sheep,

skitter and feather fluffle,

soothed by tones human and angel.

Four-footed friends ’round him

whisper peace,

hardly a breath as even beauty awed

is bested by rose-bud lips

and eyes so vast,

a cosmos of stars

in their depths.