Little heart, beating softly
in your warm, primordial sea,
from my living clay He shapes you,
makes you, child, my mystery.
While you sleep deep within me
like a still prayer unspoken,
I'm dreaming of the time the thread
of your sea life will be broken.
At your cry, my arms will be your sea,
my breast, the warmth for which you reach,
my pounding heart, the rhythm of your days,
my face, the first star within your gaze.
'Til then you will be safe inside me,
for sure as God designed us for each other,
I am your shield and your universe,
I am your mother. |
