Treasure Island

Forrest Hainline

(San Francisco, CA)

Alison


In April, when spray begins to spring
Lilacs and daffodils can be found
Pulsing up from the dead ground
And birds long gone return to sing

All this juice and all this joy remind
Me of the sacredness in every thing
The holy flutter of petal and wing
Hints from heaven that God is kind

And God’s kindness most impressed
Its grace upon me when first I held
My newborn daughter, as my heart swelled
Knowing how much I had been blest

And blessed I continue each day to be
A father forever to this child of mine
My daughter’s love, a holy shrine
A bay of calm in a turbulent sea

So light on, light on Alison
Heaven bright, heaven sent
Touch my heart, make straight its bent
And know you are my belovéd one.


(for my Daughter/2007)

Submitted: Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 09, 2011

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