Blessing of an Infant

They are men so humble.
Each with stretched out hand.
They have priesthood noble,
With a blessing grand.

Sweet baby, please lie still
‘Til the words penetrate.
You have much to fulfill.
You have endeavors great.

So clean from the world.
So soon from the womb.
With little hands curled
There is so much to bloom.

Your eyes oft do stare,
As you wave your hands.
What do you see there,
That above you stands?

The baby’s eyes blink
And look with amaze.
Just what do you think?
As your big eyes raise,
On what do you gaze?

Do you see beyond
Where there is a veil?
If you could speak on...
What things would you tell?
Who up there does dwell?