Forgive my absence, I pray!
A strange, new, busy and beautiful time of life has struck: a brief while since, my husband and I welcomed a little daughter to our family.
Below, then, are some thoughts that seemed fit for the occasion of my return amidst the great joys (and trials!) of raising her; I hope you will enjoy them. I hope, too, that you may one day rejoice in the role of parent: truly, if you give yourself wholly and generously to this work, the rewards you reap will be beyond you. Your children are your testament in time. The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world, you know. It is a blessing indeed.
As to the poem, though it is uncharacteristically unrhymed, it is somewhat hyperbolic, though not in the lines where you will first think to find exaggeration. Look deeper, reader. You may see, if the eyes of your mind are unclouded. Seek and ye shall find.
May Easter Blessings redound unto you and yours!
+JMJ+
Hidden
By Caitlin LoTruglio
Copyright 2018
For Anastasia
Holding you here –
The first place you ever were
When you came forth to greet us –
I begin to understand
You are more than the sum of two
An echo of the great I AM
Not merely innocent
Not merely perfection
Not merely young
Simply radiant
God’s castle blossoms in your soul –
Living stones.
My child –
Why does the whole world not rejoice?
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