The churning waters were
Billowing on the
Face of the deep
In the darkness of swelling
Waves,
Swirling in the deep abyss
Crying aloud with groaning
Pains,
Waiting to give birth and be
Delivered
Before God speaks His word
“Let there be light and life on
Earth”
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
Ink
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
Conception?
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
Uncertainty
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
Reason
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
