New life and old sin entwined without end…
A child arrives
and the world cycles
in new ways.
Of mystery born
bundled up with pain
and errors of the past.
Astonished joy
for what may unfold
in new dreams.
An ebullient time
twisted into strands
of worry and concern.
A child does smile
and the days brighten
with new life.
But innocence held
withers in the glare
of many fathers’ sins.
Casey Mack (2009)
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