When he is born he is like a crystal glass
Immaculate and shining
With the breath of God animating his
Immortal soul rendered unto me and
He fits within my hand, one hand, his body
Easily deformed like wet clay
Distillate love within his ceramic form
The container will break within a decade
Or two and because God so loved the world
We will meet again some day in better vessels.
Cameron Skye Wheeler holds a BA in English from Toronto Metropolitan University. She is studying for her MA in English at the University of Toronto where she researches 18th and 19th century book history and material culture in Britain. In her spare time she knits and writes poetry and fiction. Her work is self-published online and in the White Wall Review.
As a luddite, Cameron does not use social media. She is also a poor texter. She will, however, respond with a lengthy epistle should you decide to send her an email.
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