Where were you, little one?
Before your mother and I,
with the grace of the Maker
plucked you from your previous plane
Were you a happy cherub?
Like those on Sistine ceilings
Tumbling with your angelic playmates,
through the heavenly, golden-shot clouds
Or were you of this world?
Did you dwell under our sun?
Tasting the same rain on your tongue,
cloaked in another life’s body
Perhaps you had far-off wisdom
of planets and lands we’ll never know
Are your timeless embryonic dreams
filled with words unspoken here?
Rest your star-dusted spirit now,
and set your universal travels aside
We welcome you with wide smiles,
our hearts bursting with earthly love
© 2021 by J.D. Rush
