Nearly Perfect

A precious new gift of life;

velvet skin,

soft, wispy hair.

Tiny toes curl, then stretch,

little hands flourish aimlessly,

grasping at nothing.

Longing to nurse,

he knows only one method

to stimulate awareness;

he cries...

he is nearly perfect

…but not quite

Therefore, he is unacceptable.

Let him die.

Hands.

Gentle hands

receive, refresh, restore,

perhaps for a lifetime,

or for a moment.

Faithful in weariness,

meeting intense neediness

with extreme compassion,

providing milk, warmth, care,

hope.

Hearts.

Distant hearts

receive, refresh, restore,

crying out to the infant’s Creator,

reminding Him of His promises,

pleading for tender mercy

on this child’s behalf.

An imperfect child

in an imperfect world,

nestled in the arms

of Perfect Love.

~ae

“Your hands made me and fashioned me;

give me understanding,

that I may learn Your commandments…

O may your lovingkindness comfort me,

according to Your Word to Your servant.”

~Psalm 119:73,76