Two lines appear after five minutes
how can a sentient secret be so near
yet so concealed?
There is now a womb
which embraces a miracle.
I am waiting for your cry
tears thirsting for sacrificial love
from a boy made to be a father.
Will you have your mother’s eyes?
I pray you have her praying hands.
Take your first breath my child
For I am holding mine
It is ok to weep.