Praise the Lord. . . after examining me, the Doctor reported that the baby turned and has assumed the right position for delivery! Sometime in the last month, God gently turned this baby, without my even noticing it. Thank you to all of you who were praying.
Josh and I are so grateful that the God we serve is an expert in this childbirthing process from start to finish. Not only did He create the womb, He lived one for 9-months.
the word became flesh
a swirl of sound, soft and thick,
the music of a human metronome,
embraces the tiny life.
darkness swaddles the infinite one
knees to chin,
as his half-formed fingers feel
for the intangible rhythm.
seconds, perhaps eternities ago,
the skillful weaver spun silken sinews
around the spindle of himself,
measuring off the immeasurable,
defining the indefinable,
hiding the omnipresent
in the hollow of his own handiwork.
a slow dance,
a swaying from side to side,
soothes the one who never slumbers,
drowning him in the silent song of sleep.
a swirl of sound, soft and thick,
the music of a human metronome,
embraces the tiny life.
darkness swaddles the infinite one
knees to chin,
as his half-formed fingers feel
for the intangible rhythm.
seconds, perhaps eternities ago,
the skillful weaver spun silken sinews
around the spindle of himself,
measuring off the immeasurable,
defining the indefinable,
hiding the omnipresent
in the hollow of his own handiwork.
a slow dance,
a swaying from side to side,
soothes the one who never slumbers,
drowning him in the silent song of sleep.
2 comments:
PTL.....I am excited for you. I cannot wait to see your baby.
Beautiful poem, Bec. Thanks for sharing.
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