A new line has emerged
On this canvas of life;
Been etched into the slate
Of existence.
Of all the lines
That have appeared before —
Of the borders, barricades, and bounds —
This line transcends them.
I see it as Lily Briscoe’s final touch;
Yet rather than birthed from mortal hands and eyes,
It was (it always was) a vision divine.
In what ways will this line
Branch and expand?
Who can know for certain,
But the Artist —
The one who placed it
where it ought to be, in
time and space,
on the canvas?
What colors will shade and
Compliment its steady center?
We have yet to see.
One thing, though, I do know —
Yesterday, as I mused
I thought of you.
I thought of the sublime
Gift of new life.
Though I did not know
The nature of the line —
Your little life —
I mused upon it,
Dreamt about it,
And just this morning,
I heard your name
Emmaline.
June 16, 2020