remind us

o, little caedmon,

tiny fresh human,

there is ancient music in you;

the songs of the heavens

on your quivering little lips.

the hope of humanity, of heaven,

forever reaching towards Spirit,

which is so often doused in me

is ablaze within your so-soft skin.

and so remind us, baby cade,

of the child in us;

of the wonder and the wild

of even the simplest things;

of how we were born

and born (again)

by water and the Spirit.

inspire us

to live the life in us.