Little Sister

(The Moses Trilogy)

Stephen W. Emerick

I see your tears mother, even as my own kiss the Nile

As I turn to follow the basket...

And I will fly along the riverside, my mother!

Just as you have asked me to do!

Watching among the reeds,

To see where my little brother

Shall sail upon the waters...

In his small and wind blown ship.   

I have, many times before...

Playfully launched reeds and twigs upon the waters,

Following them where they will.

But never before~

Has that which has been placed upon the ripples of time

Held my little heart like this singular and peculiar vessel.

If only I could sail with him and keep him safe...

May I mother? 

For suddenly I feel so... alone, and so afraid.

My hopes are so big and his basket is so small,

And I am too young to know how to pray!

But if it may be possible for a young child’s prayer to be heard~

Please, morning stars, dawn about to break, watch over this little one.

Protect him from harm...

And wait! If possible, for a second prayer to be heard...

Could you please, let him come upon the shore, where there will be 

Loving hands to pull him into safe harbor?

God be with you my little brother.

And with our mother!

And with me... 

And the one who finds you!