He's bright, adventurous, and bold.

I watch the child, growing strong.

My heart and soul are filled with song.

And yet...there is a part of me

longing for the infant, wee.

My heart confesses many fears

of what lies there - in future years.

He is so sensitive...so mild.

The world is heartless, cruel, wild!

I wonder if he'll recognize

the difference from truth to lies.

There is no map to guide his path;

no way to alter human wrath.

I can only hope and pray

Great Spirit will alight his way.