As I Await My Grandson’s Birth

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Grateful for this final burst of winter
A gift to cherish; to remember
On this blest day on Mother Earth
The snow that will indeed
Melt away into fields of green
On this blest day on Mother Earth
As I await my grandson’s birth

If not for women where would we be
Within their womb lives you and me
On this blest day on Mother Earth
Into these waters we all ahare
To cradle thanks within a prayer
On this blest day on Mother Earth
As I await my grandson’s birth

Wisdom seeker; courageous hearts
Carressing hope when skies grow dark
On this blest day on Mother Earth
For innocence comes cloaked in light
With gratitude for the winged ones in flight
On this blest day on Mother Earth
As I await my grandson’s birth

The four legged and those that swim
To walk in balance with all that lives
On this blest day on Mother Earth
For surely we are but one soul
Sparks of the same; flame made whole
On this blest day on Mother Earth
As I await my grandson’s birth

Morning Reflection | Larry Long | March 16, 2021

Four years have passed since our grandson Arthur was born in the heart of the pandemic. The skies were silent in the woods where we lived except for the sounds of birds and the wind rustling through the limbs of tall Oak and Black Walnut Trees. Strange how I long for the world to grow as still as it was back then when I wrote these words of anticipation for our grandson’s arrival. Why must it take a crisis to slowdown and listen to what truly matters most in life?

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