This came in a letter this evening from Kevin's Godmother, Sister Pat. It was addressed to the three of us. Happy First Thanksgiving baby boy...
A Song for a Man
by Sister Madeleva
You, man, have a home and a wife and a child; what song do you sing?
I have a mate on her nest with a little blue egg under each gray wing,
and for joy of this thing
I sing,
Sing to my brooding bird-wife of the skies above her,
Sing of the birdlings now soon to awake 'neath the soft breast of her,
Sing at dawn, at the dusk that I love, I love her!
A bird on a nest with a little blue egg under each gray wing is a simple thing;
For the heart of a woman, the soul of a child, O man, what rapturous song do you sing?
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