She'll Be In Our Arms Regardless

 

In texting with my niece Grace, we were trying to get clear on the best days and times to set up a Zoom call so we could connect. She and her husband Cody moved to Indiana a couple years ago, along with their Abigail Faith. On December 6, the family welcomed Allison. There needed to be a game-plan so we could all be on the same screen at once. Grace came up with the most poetic phrase. I grabbed it. 

 

As we planned out a long-distance video call

We wanted to make sure we could see everyone 

We didn’t want to miss out an anyone at all

But naps come to those who are routinely under one

Yes, dear Allison only two months, would need to come along

We’d have Grace, her husband Cody, and little Abigail in tow

Leaving anyone out would simply be so wrong

Family connections are forever, for those you really know

For these are timeless moments that we’ll always want to keep

Great niece Allison is innocent, pure, small, and harmless

She will be there, whether wide awake, fidgety, or asleep 

Says Grace, “She will be in our arms … regardless”

She will be in her arms regardless the time and the day 

She will be there if she yawns, naps or cries

She will be there most likely with nothing much to say

But with a sweetness whose limit is the infinite skies 

For babies, kids and children of God are simply made this way 

At core, we shimmer and shine in a surrendered state, defenseless

Just like Allison, we’ve been blessed by the Divine this and every day 

Grace says, “She will be in our arms … regardless”

Now I imagine there is another type of world 

One that does not recall the miracle of love 

Forgetting the innocence of the little boy and girl 

Never looking towards a high heaven above 

It is filled with heartache, rage, guilt, and sorrow

Darkened by despair, deceit, and disconnection 

Tragic is the manifestation from enmity and ego 

Awaiting the depth of release that comes from reflection

Wandering around in the forest of folly, the grand delusion

There we are lost; it is sad, separate, and senseless

But underneath the layers, we can find the true solution 

Yes … says Grace, “She will be in our arms … regardless”

So, rest assured lonely travelers, you can discover the path

From the eternal ocean, all drops of water shall reside  

Fishers of men, the line has been surely cast 

No longer can your illumination be set aside 

You are invited, with an everlasting invitation, to the timeless call 

To a haven elevated, heart-filled, humble, priceless

No one will ever, ever, ever be missing at all 

For Grace reflects the truth: “She will be in our arms … regardless”