You must be born again.
—John 3.7
To be as involved in you as a fetus
As with you as a child on your hip
Swaddled in you
borne again and again
To be this small,
curled in your hand
My only world your eyes
my only land your arms
To have no style yet, no works
only breath
Utterly dependent
nursing at your miraculous breast
To learn to walk, to speak, to begin
and then tomorrow begin again
day after day
new, innocent, unknowing
Every day a precipice of discovery
of you, of me, of how to be
toddler-eyed at the wonder
of this world unfolding into me
the realm of the real again each day
as if for the first time amazed
Never to leave this umbilical faith
never to outgrow you
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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