Matrix Moments

I firmly shut the
internal garage door;
deliberately,
The noise ricochets over
the tiles 
through the next door
into the lounge,
My wife glances up
from the couch,
already speaking
Passing the ball
tag team style
from her day as Nana,
I'm loving our relationship,
"Who is this?
It's Poppa.
Here he comes"
I slow down
Peeking through the glass
top half of the lounge door
my gaze angle slanted
towards the open
blue carpet of the floor.
Already looking,
Anticipating
are my grandson's brown eyes,
He sees me,
Looks, intently
a part second,
And he sees me, real...
and grins widely,
moving immediately
standing in a wobble,
Lurching forward
as I open the door,
"Here is my Arthur,
look at you. 
It is great to see you"
I stop
Standing over him,
we are both
smiling broadly
with looks locked,
heartbeats of
seeing the other,
Capturing the memory moment
alongside all similar ones that
have occurred,
His arms lift up
and I bend
Scooping him into
a hug,
Ready to play,
found...
home.

How much more
is God's love?
Deeper, vast, 
more freeing,
For the restless
for the searchers
for the lost 
for the orphans
for the fatherless
for the motherless
for the unplaced 
for the no life
for the fake
for the don't need.

Hear His voice
Lift up your head
For the King
is here,
The God Son
sees you,
and calls you,
Opens His arms
shifts you
on the inside,
You are not alone,
You were never alone,
Loved and wanted.

With the heart
of a child,
Given in trust,
His love
rests peace in you.
You will now see with
His love...

Poem Tags
#spoken-word, #child, #grandparents, #love, #hug, #called, #god, #life, #fun, #identity
Prompt
How are you seen in a child's eyes? Where does our identity come from? Who really sees us?