After the fanfare of the birth
after the announcement on the easel,
the much-televised sweetness
of Kate and William,
weary and wondering, gazing at their son,
after the flurry of speculation about his impact
on British morale or economy,
this is a blessing,
just as it is a blessing for every newborn
who reminds us
the bundle in a receiving blanket
is all power and vulnerability.
In our time of many poison fangs,
may this nursing child play
over the deep holes where dangers lurks
in sorrow, hunger, and war.
May this toddler,
happy to play with puppy or spider,
pull the red wagon and dress the doll
defying the adult games
of violence, injustice, and fear.
And in a world
full of wolf nations and lamb nations,
may it be such a child as this,
every child, every princess and prince,
who leads us to heal
the mountains of our history of hurt,
and claim the new and peaceful earth
full of knowledge
of the many names and faces of God
and hope that the waters
will not rise to cover the sea.