Rocking
The sea rocks her thousands of waves.
The sea is divine.
Hearing the loving sea
I rock my son.
The wind wandering by night
Rocks the wheat.
Hearing the loving wind
I rock my son.
God, the Father, soundlessly rocks
His thousands of worlds.
Feeling His hand in the shadow
I rock my son.
- Gabriela Mistral
From Mistral's well-known book for mothers and children, "Ternura," or "Tenderness."
