A Poem on The Final Days of Pregnency

The magic of it all. 

I have to constantly remind myself.  Silly human you can’t begin to know the truth.  It is beyond thought.  What is happening inside me is a miracle.  I am witnessing God’s greatest work within my own body.  Where does human stop and God begin?  Body growing within a body.  When does the Soul and Spirit arrive?  Who is this mighty being we are awaiting?  Where is he coming from?  What has he been up to? Divine timing will bring him.  There is nothing more I can do now, but patiently be present.  Breathe. Relax into this moment.  Trust.  I trust God.  I trust my baby.  I trust my body.