Your eyelids and your eyes,
your lips and all that lies
within my womb I prize.
Little fish, little bird,
Mary to the unborn child
flutter fin and wing. The Word
through this woman will enter earth,
by this body, have its birth.
Dream within, little one.
What is willed will be done.
Pub Date: 12/13/96
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