Dan Bellm


	Then will I carry 
you within me for as long
	as I can: not a

	consolation but
a promise, and not because
	I must: not as you

	carried me but to
be your keeper, a place where
	you remain the one

	bearing life: not as 
a god or idol that I 
	have made too small, but

	only blessing you
do I keep the blessing safe:
	infant image of

	the created one 
I long to be, Sabbath-self
	concealed in the guise

	of ordinary 
time, my life the covering
	that protects the vow.