Fearfully, Wonderfully Made

 Truly you have formed my in-
     most being;
 you knit me in my mother's 
     womb.
I give you thanks that I am 
     fearfully, wonderfully
     made;
  wonderful are your works.
My soul also you knew full
     well;
nor was my frame unknown 
     to you
When I was made in secret,
  when I was fashioned in the 
     depths of the earth.

                                            Psalm 139: 13-15

                               For My Son On His 22nd Birthday


                               You
                               standing at the window
                                   draped in light
                               angling 
                                    rainbows
                               across
                                    shadowed
                               walls.

                               How so tall now
                               when you were
                                    only just coming
                               through--
                                    refracting
                               in the splintering sapphires
                                    of your eyes
                               the light
                                    of Christ

                               who knew you
                                    before
                                you were
                                    being
                                perfectly made
                                    in our imperfection--

                                ebbing you through the currents
                                of my womb--
                                    carrying you
                                 out
                                     into deeper waters of love--
                                 through colors
                                     that have no names
                                 and ones
                                     we cannot see.