David Steven Taylor

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We saw it on the print-out

When the you was spotted

By those studying the green screens

Flickering with electronic energy

Derived from creation's misty chaos

Brought into order by the Almighty Father.

 

We heard you squeaking on Dad's mobile

Transmitted millennial miles across the skies

And our hearts skipped the beat of reality

As we sang the song your mother heard:

Saviour while my heart is tender

With another generation born.

 

The courier delivered your pictures

Laminating emulsions of joy

Translating the bump into the visible man

Of David Steven Taylor

Conceived from the eternal in an age of science

That helps us know the you we want to meet.

  

9 June 1996