Passing The Baby

A Christmas family dinner at a restaurant,

rainy skies, cold wind outdoors

warmth of love inside at the table

around me, kind faces I'm learning to love

each soul still a bit of a mystery to me

one brand new soul among us

his darling little face relaxed in sleep

tiny hands, reposed on his chest

dressed like a diminutive, dapper man

each heart went out to him, little Karsten

only four weeks in the harsh light

dear precious soul, newly given by God

love and delight surrounding him

and before long we were playing

that age-old game families always play

“passing the baby” from arms to arms

we held him and gently caressed his head

graced with wispy hair and that 'baby scent”

when you hold a baby, you feel close to God

and so, we passed him around the table

our pure love for him warmed us

and knit our hearts together

passing the baby passing time

better than passing around vintage wine