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Birthright

by Chris Sorrenti


I hear your call to live
Just as I in the time
Before my mother’s womb

Inside me
You’re a tiny seed
Growing bigger
By the minutes
Into hours into
That mold your essence
And yet unseen
Even to microscope

Calling out
“You father that
Art my mother
Give me the light of day
Let me breath
Let me see the sky”

I answer your call
Just as my father and mother
Before the time
I too learned to breath
To fly

Anything less
Would be a sin
Against my own life blood
The chain of ages
That teaches us all
The gift of wings

Inside me
You’re a work of art
Refining itself
A product of evolution
Beyond our control
Fueled from a
Limitless power source
Called Love

Bigger and bigger
You grow
Soon to roar out of me
By the hours into days into
An open sky
That calls to us both
Through holes in the cage

“Come fly with me”
Calls the father
That art also our mother
“And I will give you reason
Power to live
For all eternity”

© 2005

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Posted on 09/08/2005
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Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 09/08/05 at 02:05 PM

very beautiful. I've just read it quickly, but to me it's about faith being born or born again in someone.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/08/05 at 04:20 PM

With Maureen I see this as an expression of "new birth" (in a Christian perspective). Reminds me of St. Paul writing about believers moving from "glory to glory".

Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 09/08/05 at 09:11 PM

This certainly does fuel the imagination..... Just like every woman that yearns to have a child...this is it seems to me, the equivalent of that for a man.

Posted by Rula Shin on 09/12/05 at 09:19 PM

Indeed this has the aura of a spiritual song, a proclamation of life as a gift stemming from the source of all ages, "Calling out You father that Art my mother Give me the light of day Let me breathe Let me see the sky" - the personification of life through the father (and mother) then becomes the "right" of every seed instilled with the strength to extend its essence outwards. This has the feeling of an old psalm. Nicely done.

Posted by Christina Bruno on 09/13/05 at 12:28 AM

it is almost like a song, but one that is often forgotten. the bond between a man and baby is very powerful, very well-expressed :)

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/13/05 at 04:34 AM

' Inside me Youre a work of art Refining itself A product of evolution Beyond our control Fueled from a Limitless power source Called love'yes, this is work of awareness, of life aware of living. Fly, without feeling the burden because life is weightless, death is burdensome.This is so metaphysical and one of the best to have appeared in recent times out of your head.I like this immensely.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/14/05 at 03:31 AM

It is so cool to read a man's take on the miracle of birth-to-life. You stretch your awareness into the growing possibilities of nurturance from within. You cast us into the light of new life. Blessings to you for a beautiful poem, Chris.

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