Friday, April 18, 2008

Singing to Baby

Elea has grown to about 11 lbs. She's two months old now. She's also starting to "talk": cooing, gooing, and such.

And (as you can see in the picture) smiling!

The spiritual reflection I want to add to this personal sharing is that we don't always need to add spiritual reflections to our personal lives. We all, I know, are interested in making the personal spiritual, and the spiritual personal. We are interested in realizing that it is already so.

A baby is as spiritual as a seagull, a seagull as spiritual as an angel, an angel as spiritual as a rock. And rocks, especially stones thrown into ponds, rocks are very spiritual. God unify our lives.

One more personal thing to share. A draft of a poem I've written called "Singing to Baby." I mean for it to be fun, serious, and perhaps spiritual:
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..........Out of the nursery, sailboat, horse, or cradle,
..........Daddy’s chest
............................rocks baby best.

..........Mommy watches us waltz
............................................the blue sea carpet
.....................to flop on the sunset quilt.

..........I hold her little body close
..............................and sing Italian opera.

..........See the twinkle twinkle mobile sky.

..........Elea roars like a redface seagull
.........................................I sing a loud loud lullaby.

--Paul Corrigan

3 comments:

Susan Price said...

Babies are lovely bundles of potential. Thank you for sharing the picture, and your thoughts. I know you are enjoying her!

living stones said...

What a great picture of you both! I enjoyed the poem, which was fun, serious, and perhaps spiritual--
and I'm smiling as I write.
Anna

Daniel said...

Thanks for sharing your joy with us!

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