28 May 2009

Dream of Me

Does he dream? His eyelids flutter, and the faintest smile settles in
Just a moment and is gone again, with a sigh
My finger is a snug prize in his delicate hand
He falls deeper into sleep and deeper into my cradling arm
Quiet breath
I rock and sing
I am lulled and drowsy, yet transfixed on his face





Is he flying home in his mind? Dancing through his cosmic playground?
Is he calling the stars out by name?
What extraordinary things does he imagine?
Is any of this real? Is he really here in my arms?
How sublime and surreal!
He stepped into time and willed to be contained
In mortal flesh, on fleeting soil
My feet sink into the earth beneath me
Yet one glance at his face and I am raised to Heaven







No, I am the one who dreams
And finds my dream is fulfilled
Perfected
Heaven is mine to hold
I can scarcely stop my heart from pounding
My little Holy One
My tiny, Mighty God
How I adore You!



We are each the other's child
I am Yours
You own me completely
And now You are mine
I lavish a mother’s kisses on the tender face of God
Who could imagine such a thing?



My child, my King, my Love
My heart and soul
Tonight I hum a gentle lullaby
You sleep, and I stare in awe
Dream of me
Your mother, Your child
Dream of me




© 2009 Jennifer Hartline




3 comments:

Anne said...

Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful! I am in awe!

Dirtdartwife said...

Wow... how precious! Very powerful poem!

Jennifer Kallus said...

Wow! I am speechless...

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