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