A poem for New Life

Do the angels rejoice at conception?

Does heaven sing glory to the beginning of life?

Rejoice! Rejoice! For a new child is formed.

Every one so completely different, yet of the same flesh.

Rejoice

Every person with potential

To move mountains

With their mouths.

Rejoice

Do the angels consider, as we do,

Who this new life will be?

Do they whisper, “I think it’s a girl!”

or, “I bet they have curly hair.”

Do they seek the knowledge

of the All Powerful One

who just laughs at their excitement

And reminds them that the mystery is

part of the wonder.

Rejoice