A Continuum

Today Rosie Denny called to ask me if I could help her find a poem. She visits an inactive church sister by phone, and this sister would like to find a specific poem she remembers. Rosie thought I might know the poem or be able to help her find it. Thank goodness, it is a poem I remember from years ago when I was in my child-bearing years.

The poem is "Day Old Child" by Carol Lynn Pearson and I KNOW I have a copy of Beginnings, which contains the poem. Naturally, the problem is that I now need to locate the book. But that should be easy since I know where most of the books I'm keeping are located.

I was hoping to find the poem on one of the internet sites about the author. I didn't. But I did find another fine poem from the same book and I'm copying it here for myself and anyone who might check this blog. Most of the poems are from the perspective of a young mother. Here is the title poem:

Beginnings

Today
You came running
With a small specked egg
Warm in your hand.
You could barely understand,
I know,
As I told you of
Beginnings–
Of egg and bird.

Told, too,
That years ago you began,
Smaller than sight.
And then,
As egg yearns for sky
And seed stretches to tree,
You became–
Like me.

Oh,but there's so much more.
You and I, child,
Have just begun.
Think:
Worlds from now
What might we be?-
We, who are seed
Of Deity.

~ ~ Carol Lynn Pearson


Reading this now as a mother of adult children with children of their own, I have an expanded view of the meaning of the poem and of eternal life. I see the little ones God sent through me no longer as potential adults. They ARE adults. I am so pleased with each one of them, and so thrilled to find out where they going and where they have been. Apron strings are cut, but never heart strings. We are connected in ever-changing ways, yet still have the shared beginnings that bind us forever. We are connected that same way to our heavenly parents. And so it goes on and on. . . .

Life is quite the exciting trip, and we can always find joy in it. Won't it be wonderful to see this continue into the next life and see what we will then become?

When I find "Day Old Child," I will post it as well.