small hands

i've seen those eyes brim over with love
i've felt the warmth of her little arms
i've kissed her sleeping forehead with tears
is it possible to see a greater god?

her hands are growing as is her gaze
she gives me hints of glories to come
and worries me when i see pain
but promise i will let her set the terms

this flourishing we are bound to witness
even as we fuss and fear, stand ready at watch
i know i signed up for a helpless plan
to water, to shade, to simply stand at guard