Feels like: “Ljósið” by Ólafur Arnalds

 

For you formed my inward parts;
   you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works;
   my soul knows it very well.

My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret,
   intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;in your book were written, every one of them,
   the days that were formed for me,
   when as yet there was none of them.”
-Psalm 139:13-16



Baby Jaharri

By: Tita Quina
I miss you,
sweet niece,
I never got to hold
or see grow old.
I lack certainty
of when
it became real for me
but your picture,
            when
at 7 months
            you came with
            your beautiful brown skin
            tiny body
            precious eyes
remains in my mind
And I love you
more than I
know how to express
Psalm 139:13-16
my rest.