their cry is heard by him (& given by him to them), requesting help..

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Oh God, help me! I'm still a foetus/ child.

What comes from mouth of you sustains my life,

your word to me is more rich, and more wild

than my imagination, and more rife,

fecund, creative. Rightly they name you

Creator, as though cre-a-tiv-it-y

itself is sourced from, pioneered by who

you are within your being: Love you be.

And when you made this womb-world to implant

your embryos within, to help them grow

and nourish them until your life extant

within their beings would come out & show..

your wind would wind around the world and brood,

above chaotic waters till they broke

and landed animals and plants for food,

with bodies swimming through them, ev'ry stroke

of wing or fin or pulse of photon you'd 

allowed emergent properties to stoke

the meaning, and the keeping track, for who'd

be coming soon to learn to lead (not poke)!

And way before we had some ears to hear,

we have been nestled in your life, your self.

And then your mouth-to-mouth gave breath, and we're..

..we're off, and running, breathing, in good health -

though still with much to grow in, learn to be.

Your attitude to life, approach to things,

and those that we will meet, or even see,

along the way, with hair, fur, scales, or wings…

Your motive force, impelling all you do,

a kind .. of optimism born of hope,

that's loyal to your word, and friendships too,

and rules your use of power; "Yes!", or "No!"..

perchance: the spirit of good Dad or Mum,

who, though they must act Teacher, Doctor, Judge,

Policeman, Coach, and Garćon, Slave.. all come

to mind, to help describe, if not to smudge

their role, and all is carried on by this..

this spirit of all friendship, building up

the other, so that power though not missed,

will make the choice to take & "drink the cup"

so that capacity for choice might right-

ly be spread out to others in the same

way, who themselves would do the good that might 

(instead of will) dig deeper than just  name.

The kiss of life, of welcome/ blessing comes

as crowning output from your mouth for us,

to let us know and grow, fingers and thumbs

all counted, marvelled at. You make the fuss!

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