I remember the first kick.

The small, rapid thumping of hearing his heartbeat for the first time.

The ultrasound a galaxy of stars, constellation Leo with a small fist

and fluttering, birdlike heart.

The want to cradle small feet in my hands and marvel,

this pain that brought you to the world wasn’t divine,

it was real, us and nature and human intervention that brought you,

crying, into the morning light. My lion child,

the innocence you carry isn’t skin deep. One day you’ll grow, and walk,

and marvel at miracles as I have, as you do, and wonder

at what makes us human, and bright in the dust

that angels have dared to trudge with bright wings,

and you will learn that there is more to holiness than a temple,

that to look at someone’s smiling face is worship,

and divinity the smile in their voice as you fall asleep.

Walk amongst angels one day, in a silver future, and remember.

Not all that is glorious is godly, but every miracle is divine.