an Ode for a Daughter, first hope

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

 

 

(yep, alhamdulillah, iA)

what would i tell you? what would i say to the twinkle of my eyes, to one for whom every atom in the ocean would move, enveloping and lifting, protecting and rising, to a baby girl deserving every affection for all of my life? 

i'm preferential to you, utterly biased, rather wanting a girl than boy, 'tis simply my nature, called i am to beauty and everything held inside your smiling face and plumpy cheeks, pieces of myself i have not yet seen, but can fathom holding and sprouting and sharing every wisdom and essence i was made and given. 

you would be a new epoch for my beloved, occupying altogether your own space, a beacon yes, but her own universe melded into mine the instant breath found your lungs as the newborn's visitor. we would read so many stories, touch upon obligations to our Maker, i'd spread open the canvas of existence, talk about things like life and its purposes and necessities such as for patience, some other lessons i learned along the way, like taking joy in the present and easiest of moments, along with other facets of my cosmos: my Moon and acceptance, my Gift and subsistence, my First and journeying, my Gemini and oscillation, bright lights to populate the skies of one always chasing, and perhaps at the sentence's ending (and its initiation) would be something of what i must mention of my Rabb and His plan with our purpose, that what our eyes can see tells only part of the tale and touch only fills half the story, there is a measure beyond, of the Unseen, that only grasping a slice of the big picture can fill in our blanks and give us desire and resilience, the way to wrap up true meaning inside of the daily grind that awaits each and every human who treads this plane in their own measure.

but...i should not get too grandiose too fast, slowly, bit by bit, perhaps holding back the cynicism, you should see the world with your own vision, aided by whatever He permits me to share of truth in experiences and wisdoms, but growth and belonging i hope iA are yours in abundance, this world is just our momentary place to dwell in, but these arms He made for you, to ever be holding, guarding, loving.