The Mother in Me

I bled out on the couch.

Delivered my baby boy.

He bled out on the tree.

Delivered all his people.

Both life giving.

Both a gory mess.

Flesh was torn.So was the veil.

No longer separated from our children.

I'm not saying I'm God …

Stitched together, I come home.

United with my son.

And Jesus came home to you.

Huh.

Life and death

Life in death

We go on.

We bleed and die for them.

We give so they can have.

We carry them, nurse them, soothe their cries.

We lose sleep when they slumber

Just to make sure they're breathing .

Hearts beating?

Good.

They fall.

We gasp.

Grasp for them.

And in our arms they find comfort

Until they push us away

For nothing at all.

They blame us. They hate us

"Forgive them. They know not what they do."

Nurture, feed, foster, lead.

Never seen . Only called upon in moments of need.

Everything in one moment.

Nothing in the next.

But that doesn't matter because

Our children are our greatest love and purpose.

The needs never end and we anticipate them.

Our pursuits are whatever theirs are.

We smile when they live in joy

And weep when they mourn.

We need only for them to know they are beloved

Worthy of all things good and right.

Simply because they breathe.

I'm not saying I'm God…

Just that God is the mother in me.