Protector of the Treasure

I cradle this gentle essence, 

This innocence, 

This beauteous creature of God

Who holds such limitless possibilities.

This fragile being carrying divinity within,

From which the fire of heaven glows.

This one so tender, 

So open, 

So willing to trust.

Yes, I cradle her with supreme love and delight.

Think you that I speak of a newborn babe, 

Come fresh into this sphere?

Nay, I do not.

This old soul speaks of herself

Newly finding the treasure within

A frame over six decades on this sod.