This is a poem for my first born son

I held in my arms a moment ago

A peaceful babe who moved me

From the inside out

First a curved bare head

Now a red flowing mane

Wearing your strength well

First toddling steps across the floor

Now long strides chase the world

Your stature is tall and lean

First the faithful heart at my door

Now the gentle leader of spirit

Finding the way on your own

This is for you, my first born son

Held in the arms of time

Fifteen for a moment

Moving the world

From the inside out

Immersed in the Mystery,

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