To Create a Child by Peter Gray
TO CREATE A CHILD
Out of love for the tangible, the visible, the present,
I have called the unknown;
Out of the understood,
Now she is flesh, nothing is adequate.
This moment has set her beyond her mother’s
beyond my comprehension.
She is far more than we conceived.
With her first breath she absorbed the world,
with her first cry she accepted death.
She is the heart of another universe.
All I can do I will;
learn each day something of what she is.
But never again in utter confidence.
Never again unafraid.
She, in her vulnerability,
reveals the dangers of the dark.
— Peter Gray