A Poem

My lovely friend Simon sent me this poem this morning and it was so touching that I wanted to share it on the blog with you. It is a beautiful poem which will resonate with anyone who has stared into their own baby's eyes and wondered where they came from.  My own baby Even more than that though... how lucky am I to have friends who not only appreciate poetry, but also the impact it can have when sent to someone else? I'm blessed on both fronts this morning... so now I'm sharing it with you. Hope you like it as much as I did. Baby

George Macdonald (1824–1905)

WHERE did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere into the here. Where did you get those eyes so blue? Out of the sky as I came through. What makes the light in them sparkle and spin? 5 Some of the starry spikes left in. Where did you get that little tear? I found it waiting when I got here. What makes your forehead so smooth and high? A soft hand strok’d it as I went by. 10 What makes your cheek like a warm white rose? I saw something better than any one knows. Whence that three-corner’d smile of bliss? Three angels gave me at once a kiss. Where did you get this pearly ear? 15 God spoke, and it came out to hear. Where did you get those arms and hands? Love made itself into bonds and bands. Feet, whence did you come, you darling things? From the same box as the cherubs’ wings. 20 How did they all just come to be you? God thought about me, and so I grew. But how did you come to us, you dear? God thought about you, and so I am here.