Holy New by Madeline Wilkins

Silent mystery
Now flesh and bone.
Of me - Yet not me.

Holy new and
Wholly you.

The sacred mingling of
Divinity and dirt;
The Potter and his
Clay.

Still wet with the
Imprint of His scarred palms.
His skin eternally
Stained with your earth-essence.

Scooping up ordinary soil spinning
Shaped and molded
Until finally He sings:
Good, very good!

When you take your first breath
And wail your arrival song
We whisper
“Welcome home”

But you know better;
You were home all along.
Before I held you
You were held by the hands of God.

Madeline is a former counselor turned mother turned writer. She lives with her husband and their three children in SC. When she's not wrangling kids, she enjoys writing about their days navigating the joys and difficulties of parenting a child with Autism. Her most recent project was a children's book Gus' Special Magical Most Favorite Hat inspired by her son, Gus. You can find lots of updates on Instagram at @madelinekwilkins as well as on her website www.mkwpoems.com.