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You own me completely, And now You are mine. I lavish a mother's kisses on the tender face of God. Who could imagine such a thing?

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By Jennifer Hartline
Catholic Online (https://www.catholic.org)
12/22/2009 (1 decade ago)

Published in Living Faith

CHESAPEAKE, Va. (Catholic Online) - We have had the honor of presenting the many writing gifts of Jennifer Hartline to our virtual Catholic community. With this poem entitled "Dream of Me" we present another one of her gifts, her poetry:

Dream of Me

Does he dream? His eyelids flutter, and the faintest smile settles in
Just a moment and is gone again, with a sigh
My finger is a snug prize in his delicate hand
He falls deeper into sleep and deeper into my cradling arm
Quiet breath
I rock and sing
I am lulled and drowsy, yet transfixed on his face

Is he flying home in his mind? Dancing through his cosmic playground?
Is he calling the stars out by name?
What extraordinary things does he imagine?
Is any of this real? Is he really here in my arms?
How sublime and surreal!
He stepped into time and willed to be contained
In mortal flesh, on fleeting soil
My feet sink into the earth below me
Yet one glance at his face and I am raised to Heaven

No, I am the one who dreams
And finds my dream is fulfilled
Perfected
Heaven is mine to hold
I can scarcely stop my heart from pounding
My little Holy One
My tiny, Mighty God
How I adore You!

We are each the other's child
I am Yours
You own me completely
And now You are mine
I lavish a mother's kisses on the tender face of God
Who could imagine such a thing?

My child, my King, my Love
My heart and soul
Tonight I hum a gentle lullaby
You sleep, and I stare in awe
Dream of me
Your mother, Your child
Dream of me

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Jennifer Hartline is a Catholic Army wife and stay-at-home mother of three precious kids who writes frequently on topics of Catholic faith and daily living. She is a contributing writer for Catholic Online.

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