The Blessing of Motherhood

“A Father of the fatherless, a defender of
widows,
Is God in His holy habitation.
(Psalm 68:5)
To adore you is what I live for
The expectation of my existence
the joy of what would be a meaningless wander

Suffering has no voice without the Cross
neither las love no breath, or depth
without Mary would motherhood lose
the intimacy God has expressed through
her sacrifice

I learned from her
how one day I must give my child
back to the Lord
and trust His heart for her,

the wounds I have borne for her
is not a vain venture,
but the reason He has brought
testing to my
heart

He has trusted me with His child
who was born fatherless,
except for God
who watched her from my womb
fashioned her ribs inside for His Glory
the passions of her reason
He has given her a name for His Glory

there has been tempest inside her
sadness and brokenness
The Lord has asked me
to nurture and love,
I said I would

even though fear beckoned
and loomed over this blessing
in faith, out of seeming wedlock
yet endeavored by grace and prayer
to carry her,
amidst the seeming scandel
and shame
thrust upon us

with a rounded belly I prayed
nine months
for forgiveness and mercy to be
the garments God would cover her with
to give her the love of the ocean
with its mystery and depth and beauty

and through the anguish of her
birth,
the joy and tenderness, the precious
gift He put into my arms
nearly seventeen years ago,
though without an earthly father,
she’s always had her Spiritual One.

2011m.
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(image not mine)