The fruit
In darkness he moves with a gymnast’s grace
oblivious to danger he turns
pressing forward
his time not yet come
Son, enjoy your journey
Travel slowly – grow into your own
Fight, take hold of life!
The world should be yours.
Says mother weeping
Father praying
For God’s presence in surgeon’s hands
be still my unborn son
now is not your time
In memory of William Patrick Walker
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