A Lamp Burning From Afar

Poem written 9-6-24.

If I had named you,
You would be Theaphora,
Because you bear,
A goddess within you

We have never met,
But each day and night,
I raise my voice to my gods,
And speak your name

My prayers rise like incense,
A pure speech-offering,
On the altar of my wonder,  
Hoping for the good

All for you, little one,
The child I’ve never known,
The hands I’ve never held,
The laugh I’ve never heard

I have seen your picture,
And your smile holds,
Infinite blessed secrets,
I will never hear