Will you leap, little one?
Love has quietly implanted,
And the tiny seed has sprouted;
Warm and silent is the haven
Where your inward parts are woven;
Dark and peaceful is your home.
Will you leap, little seed?
Here as we prepare your cradle
Sands in Libya are sprinkled
With Egyptian Coptic blood;
Al-Our still mourns its sons:
Dark and violent is your home.
Will you leap, dearest one?
Love and pride in deadly struggle
Mar the soul who now awaits you -
All his pitiful, vain speeches
Little touch the heart that teaches;
Dark and tainted is your home.
Will you leap, little child,
While your love of self, concealed,
Waits within to be revealed?
Broken from the loving Shepherd
You will mock Him and reject Him
And bring darkness to your home.
Will you leap, son or daughter,
As the Baptist in his mother
For the nearness of his Savior?
Will you see the wounds that mark Him
And the fountain flowing from them,
And say, "This is not my home"?