Rocking

The divine sea rocks its endless waves.
Listening to the loving seas,
I rock my child.
At night, the vagabond wind sways the wheat.
Listening to the loving winds,
I rock my child.
The Heavenly Father silently rocks
thousands of worlds.
Sensing His hand in the shadow,
I rock my child.

Gabriela Mistral - Chilean, 1189-1957