A Baby’s gift in a coo

 ‘a Baby’s gift in a coo’ Trgates,8/12/2026

from Arctic glaciers
leaving mountain ranges
and desert sands alongside,
I recall in my youth
the mass of reported hatred,
people with the same heritage —
we do share our genesis
no matter explained by
science formulating or theological pauses —
yet I saw many not succumbed to it,
their children playing side by side,
perhaps true science and faith
wee ones lead our ways
where “red and yellow, black and white”
love like the children’s tune,
a need to be right
never crossing their minds,
yet doing right
having its own humility.
Nature’s story is both
traumatizing and healing,
seeming to leave death in its path
yet revealing ongoing resurrections —
have seen those taught to hate
stand side by side
sharing their questions and joy
at reading an author
who’s rejected by both of their circles,
like tumultuous oceans
also giving us roadways in their waves.
for myself I have come to smile,
and still with tears at times,
yes a deluge too on rarer days,
at what various spheres explain,
perhaps St. Augustine’s
“God is found in humility”
ours following the Divine’s
revealing in what little we know
and our confessions of what we don’t.
from hoary headed returning
to our little ones awe
we behold the beauty of
of a sunset and sunrise
over a Grand Canyon
and in the Northwest
sometimes Northern Lights,
to the heart baptizing
from a baby’s coo.