- I walked with my first daughter midst life and knowledge grown
- To teach her truth and wisdom and lessons never known.
- I watched with anxious hoping as she took her first bite,
- Then under blade aflaming, I said my last goodbye.
- I sat there with the handmaid to calm her troubled heart,
- Allay her casted thinking, her fears to all depart.
- She could not see nor hear me; I reached inside her soul.
- For soon she’d hold my baby, and we would share a role.
- He stood in nurtured waters; I waited up above.
- By Grace, entombed and risen, and I sent down a dove.
- With still, small voice of whisper, I solemnly decreed:
- This is my son beloved, in whom I am well pleased.
- I beckoned from the pages to come into the grove
- The singing and the buzzing, his knees to them they drove.
- Within the fire column, I hovered as the sun.
- “Dear Joseph—My Beloved; hear counsel from my son.”
Listen to me read this poem and explain the symbolism and imagery:
