Letter To A Godson Poem by Ernest Hilbert

For Christian

Kernel of light sheltered in earth's dark loam,
You were born as the sun skimmed our summer,
And will rise up in time to greet the sky.
You'll claim the world, its noon and night, for home,
And though age pulls horizons like thunder,
Its cold-shadowed rain remains far away.
Who can guess what strange futures you will know,
What roads you will cruise, what odd styles you'll wear;
But the ranges you scale will become yours,
And we'll be slowly left behind, as by a road
When a car speeds off, headed for somewhere
We cannot even imagine as ours.
For now, we know: you'll be tall and quite smart,
Filled with lightning, and summers, from the start.