December Morning

"On the day you were born
the moon pulled on the ocean below,
and, wave by wave,
a rising tide washed the beaches clean
for your footprints...
...while far out at sea
clouds swelled with water drops, 
sailed to shore on a wind,
and rained you a welcome
across the Earth's green lands....

...On the day you were born
the Earth turned, the Moon pulled,
the Sun flared, and, then, with a push,
you slipped out of the dark quiet
where suddenly you could hear...
...a circle of people singing
with voices familiar and clear...
As they held you close
they whispered into your open, curving ear,
'We are so glad you've come.'" - from "On the Day You Were Born" by Debra Frasier