Daughters.

A poem for my daughters.

The journey
of waiting.
Praying.
Listening.

The moment
of knowing.
Celebrating
Receiving.

And then she arrived.
Like a surge in the sea, she burst forth.
Forcing us to readjust…
Swirling us to higher ground.

Rising and falling.
Volatile waves.
We sail currents, unrelenting.

She is lovely, her unrefined grace.

Love,
It’s a risky thing.
But,
we aren’t afraid.
Love,
It’s a risky thing.
But,
we aren’t afraid.

A hallelujah love,
Deeper than deep.
Steady, moving furiously.

We’re drowning,
But we are safe.
Risky love,
We’re not afraid