by Yvette Durham

Created on: June 17, 2010

Recently released from

God-

 like a butterfly,

 stained with anointed markings-

 your wings had flickered in Almighty Hands:

 Released to me.

 And now,

 at just 1 years old,

 watching you today, I think He must have been

 so enraptured-

 spellbound-

 with you:

 As I.

 Time and schedule were lost in the abyss

 as we weaved with walking trails,

 ornamented by ancient- mighty-

 Red Rocks

 and cupped in an arena of mountains.

 Some were still sugarcoated despite the

hug of heat

 from a Sun that illumined every blade of grass to glow.

 Everything

 vivified and sparkled in sun-dance.

 But no more than you.

 Your face, shiny with sunscreen,

 and squinted eyes radiated your

 unleashed Soul.

 You melted into the scene.

 I took a picture of you:

 Dusty, determined shoe soles

 galumphing up in front.

 The back of your cinnamon haired- head…

 a meandering path before you.

 You’d pause to negotiate cool crannies of rock

 and saddle over gritty stone walls.

 Now and then, arrested by a bird’s lyrical trill

 saturating himself, in swoops, within the deep aqua sky.

 You clutched pebbles, retrieved from red sand,

 as if diamonds

excavated from Sierra Leone.

 I realized, son, that you can’t belong to me:

 Your spirit is sewn into universal tapestry.

 Mine too,

 yet age forgets.

 Let me frame this day, display it in my heart

 and capture a piece of you in words:

 For you, blessed child, were born untainted to the

 insanity of the human mind.

 See, many of us- seasoned in our bodies-

 have become immune to Nature’s Sublimity.

 I wish upon a star that throughout your

 Walk of Life

 you always anchor yourself to remain

 Enchanted by

 Spirit.

 Just as you do today.

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