Poetry is a clear window into the heart. I often write to express the thoughts and emotions inside me--not knowing what will appear on the page but invariably discovering more about myself and the world around me.

The Joy of Whistling

Posted Sunday, April 15, 2012

In the lab
When you were created
When you were named
When you were born
The Gods
Yes, the Gods
They whistled with joy

They dreamed of all you were
Love
Love in a body
Love in a human
Love with hands
Love with a mission

Authentic
Happy
Fun
Curious
Trusting—yes trusting
Loyal
Determined

And somehow
Powerfully alone
Yet connected
To love
To care
For others

In the lab
When you were created
When you were named
When you were born
The Gods
Yes, the Gods
They whistled with joy
At who you would become
As you threw off the chains
Entered the fullness of you
Embodied all they saw

Love in a body
Love in a human
Love with hands
Love with a mission
Just Love

By Ken Carlson



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