A poem to celebrate the late birth of Rebecca Lynn
Koenemund:
Lady of Union, Princess of Wilshire, and Empress of Pomona.
By Bud Koenemund: Uncle, Godfather, and Lord Protector
of Her Majesty’s northern possessions.
(Written: 2006)
A dawn of golden dreams
spills over us,
blinding our thankful eyes
with tears of joy
as Nature’s majestic sunrise,
the blessed renewal of life’s
promise,
melts the winter snow leaving
a new spring.
A child to tempt the voices
of Angels
to sing sweet songs of
hallelujah
peeks out as we, being but
mortal,
stain our cheeks for lack of
words
to give worthy praise for
this Grace.
Reverent prayers, answered with
a precious gift,
now become humble pleas for
the strength
of heart to prove worthy of
this perfect child.
Each seeking only to provide
a lifetime of peace
and protection from the sting
of worldly woe,
to love unconditionally, to
cheer the smallest victory,
and soothe after the most
devastating of defeats,
to teach, and quench the
thirst for enlightenment,
and to celebrate the
brilliant splashes of paint
that create a masterpiece
from a blank canvas.
This pure soul, innocent and
celestial,
brought forth in love, enters
and prepares to play
the many unknown parts meant
for a life.
Pink fingers, the instruments
whose talent
God will reveal in his time,
reach out
to grasp at nothing, and
everything.
And newly opened eyes search
to discover
a world both fascinating and
frightening,
full of wonder, and then,
reluctantly, close
to float within the first beautiful dreams of life.
