The Baby

Where did you come from baby dear?

                Out of everywhere into the here.

Where did you get your eyes so blue?

                Out of the sky as I came through.

What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?

                Some of the starry spikes left in.

Where did you get that little tear?

                I found it waiting when I got here.

What makes your forehead so smooth and hight?

                A soft hand stroked it as I went by.

What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?

                Something better than anyone knows.

Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?

                Three angels gave me at once a kids.

Where did you get that pearly ear?

                God spoke, and it came out to hear.

Where did you get those arms and hands?

                Love made itself into hooks and bands.

Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?

                From the same box as the cherubs’ wings.

How did they all just come to be you?

                God thought about me, and so I grew.

But how did you come to us, you dear?

                Go thought of you, and so I am here.

By George Macdonald