Divine Heritage

I am a daughter of infinite worth

And I know where I heard it first.

My Mother sang it in the car

As miles stretched out endless, far

Across the widening continent.

She sang and I knew what it meant.

My Father wrote me poetry

And played the strains of symphony.

He read me Shakespeare, played guitar.

We watched ballet and knew that all

The theatres played just for us.

I knew he loved me just because.

I’ve never questioned who I am –

A child of God – I knew it when

My parents sang and laughed and held

Me gently, softly, whispered well

Intended words and compliments.

A child of God – I knew it then.