Restore

Scattered, lay her children, upon the cold wet floor,
Rain and wind had stolen them, at her arms, they tore.
Who will console this mother, her young return once more?
Gently, the Saviour gathers, her pride of leaves restore.
~ D.F.

Waking

Distant now, the angel’s greeting,
Eight months had passed, waiting,
Then from winter’s still, arising!
God within her, gently stretching.

Thanksgiving
Nov 28, 2013

tête-à-tête

A restful heart,
Her love, deeply felt,
With playful kicks,
His love, gently dealt.
~ D.F.

Refuge

An ocean within, drifting,
The hour racing, late,
Until Mary at last, finding,
A refuge, a home, a bed.

~ D.F.

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Photo:
This flower reminds me of a trophoblast, an early embryo, which drifts in the womb before finally implanting.

Two Hearts

The moment, unattended,
A miracle within the womb.
And where her heart had laboured alone,
Another now finds in her, a home.

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“1n Behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall name him Jesus.”
~ Luke 1:31