My Daughter

I watch my daughter hop through the air
Laughing along the beach
   running here and there.
Her sunny smile,
   her joy and life
       interlace with mine
As her and mine -- our -- smile,
   O God, interleave with thine.
She and I dip our hands into the Sea
And peer into each droplet -- infinity to see.
Her liberating laughter fills the peaceful morn
And You, O God, laughing and cooing are newborn.

©1988, John A. Mills