Thursday, May 29, 2014

Baby - goerge MacDonald

Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into the here.

Where did you get those eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.

What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.

Where did you find that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.

What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by.

What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than anyone knows.

Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
three angels gave me at once a kiss.

Where did you get this pearly ear?
God spoke and it came out to hear.

Where did you get hose arms and hands?
Love made itself into hooks and bands.

Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherub's wings.

How did they all just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.

But how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought of you, and so I am here. 

George MacDonald, thank you!  From the get go, I knew Who my children came from and its always been fun entertaining ideas of their celestial flight here.  
If theres a mud pit, Cora can find it.  She enjoys wallowing her little piggies in the squishy mud.  Mud, one of many preferred mediums for children to unwittingly create their own happiness.
A neighbor has a pig in our hood and he is soooo cuuuute and ugly!  I think Gunther would fall in love.  There has to be some way for those two to become friends.  This afternoon, Gunther found a roach ( my hands shiver with disgust even as I type that disgusting word) and I couldn't figure out if he considered it "friend" or "play thing".  His clumsy paws were so gentle with the thing with cracker wings.  He would create a circular environ with his head and front paw and check on it every now and then to make sure it was still on its back.  Then Ender couldn't stand it any longer, "Gunther's friend is gross" he says and runs it over with his bike.  Crunch.

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