No. 9 - Holding

Quiet but the heartbeat and steady breath

Of an infant in my arms

Unaware and unalarmed

Trusting with an ease

I can hardly believe

Is this also what you ask of me?

When I sit in the stillness

Embarrassingly resistant

To lean upon your chest

Ah, but your arms are warm

And your heart full of peace

Would I rest in trust

You’re holding me