She Comes

Oh, Lord.

So young, so tiny.

Her little eyes are not yet open, but she comes

out from the secret space, the place of refuge

seeking her brother and sister.

So small, in such a vast world.

It is enough to break my heart.

 

She finds her sib by smell alone

and cuddles close for comfort,

not quite old enough

to forage for herself.

How will she fare?

 

Her sister inspects the offerings

of seeds, and nuts, and water -

the fundaments of life

beneath her questing nose.

These are strange to her, who knew

nothing save her mother's milk.

But now they must suffice.

 

It is the season of new life,

the wheel turns anew.

Praise God.