She sings dictated lullabies
To the man child on her breast.
Her eyes, deep, haunted pools
Where sunlight never dances,
Hold no rest.
Her lips though word-obedient
Falter on the rim
Of atheist-thought to mutely sing
Of Him.
Holding her small man closer
(Her love must reach
His soul to give assurance
Of the God she dare not teach.)
Flames of high white fire
Glint her eyes--above the clod--
Perhaps her son will sire
Giant-minded free men
Who walk with God.
