it rose silent and with force
it was hope rising
rising to paint a picture of a future
a future where I would stand with you as you grow into manhood
a future where you would know you are a delight
and where that delight would give strength to your ambition and clarity to your voice
that strength would be lived out in peace and conviction, with power
and with weakness
The swell begins with the tiny ripple that is this moment
a ripple that will grow as the moments drift by
what will I give you to grow the surge?
I will give you all of the best of me
the me that gives space to sitting with hard things
the me that engages hurt and disappointment
the me that calls for the celebration
I will give you the me that delights in your mother
I will give you the me that hurts and reconciles
that sees and hears
that loves and longs
I will give you all, all I am and will become
In this tiny moment I hold you safe in the fragility of your infancy
In this stillness of your newborn slumber
In the silence of this room
the surge begins with the tears that well in my eyes
And hope swells!
