Son, son, son, I’ve seen your life from beginning, when you blinked to life when that bundle of cells took charge and blinked.  Oh, son, son, son, I’ve seen your life in sound like a person describing your features while you both stand in another room, they tell me shapes, circles and ovals, they tell me that you looked at the sound of their voice, their voice singing to you in the water, in the river, and then you blinked and went back to sleep.  They say you kept your hands folded like you were praying.  They say and I saw.  Son, son, I saw you son when I kept my hands folded.  I saw your life from beginning when I sat at the kitchen table, your mother’s hand in mine, and said that you would know God.  I said and I saw.  I saw you there with your hands folded while you were praying.  I saw you there in the water, in the river, baptizing and then I blinked and went back to sleep.  In my sleep, in my dream I saw your mother coming down the aisle, down the aisle to the song they sang, the song, and the light coming down the aisle, here she comes son, son, son, here comes the sun.