My Child Interrupted

“Perhaps this dark night of the soul has a purpose and a reason”

The churning waters were

Billowing on the

Face of the deep

In the darkness of swelling


Swirling in the deep abyss

Crying aloud with groaning


Waiting to give birth and be


Before God speaks His word

“Let there be light and life on


My existence is in His thoughts,

He patterns my form when yet

There is none

A seed plunges into the darkness

Of the womb,

Two beings creating a separate

Being as they embrace in a

Moment of bliss

In an instant His pattern for

My life is written in indelible


The beginning of a tiny infant,

Not fully formed is immersed

In the embryonic fluids

Each part is fashioned by

His hand and my heart begins

Pulsating life

His plan for my life is skillfully

Wrought in the lowest parts

Of the earth

But who am I to question why

I am cast into circumstances

Beyond my control?

The chosen vessel carrying me

Is frightened, as her only

Awareness of love is of abuse

And neglect

Her thoughts are permeated

Into my small mind being

Knitted together, as sinews

And flesh are fashioned about

My tiny body

The cells of my being are

Engulfed with her memories

Of a child of long ago

While the blood racing

Through her body feeds the

Embryo with a frightening

Adrenalin rush

I have to wait in that darkness

Just as the seed must wait

For the nurturing acts of God

To call forth life

I am called and reluctantly

Enter this world

My first glimpse of life is not

Pleasant to my childish nature

I question as Job, “Why did I

Not die at birth?”

“Why did I not perish before

I was born?”

A wall of separation comes

Crashing down, planting its

Steel bars deep into the chasm

Of earth

Culminating in an abrupt

Interruption of time

You have said I must become

As a little child, must I go back

To the very beginning of


Must I have the mind of a babe,

Unmindful of its surroundings,

Content to exist in each stage

Of formation?

If I could only shut my eyes and

Reflect on the innocent mind of

A child bathed in quintessential

Peace and tranquility

To be freed of these scattered

Thoughts that take me captive

To another world of doubt and


Quenching the Spirit and nullifying

The goodness of God

I am helpless to know the answer

To these questioning, it is as if I

Were being drawn into a darkness

Of which I am powerless

But perhaps this dark night of

The soul has a purpose and a


That I need to embrace this

Darkness as the nocturnal

Labor pains of life experiences

Bring healing and comfort to –

My child interrupted!

Copyright(2015) Donna Nieri