Bless this child, whose blue eyes widen
as the notes swell and bless the wonder
of their new-soul depths.
Bless this sun-glazed evening and the green chair
where I rock her to sleep, adrift in music and light.
Bless the touch of her tiny hand as my eyes
grow heavy and hers close, sailing off
into that orange sky of sleep.
Bless the genius of her miniature thumb,
surpassing the wonder of Rachmaninoff and sunset,
and bless the grace that shows me
somewhere lives a smiling God.