Photo credit: Travis Grossen
Detach from your sacred womb,
you embraced the soul frame—body,
With eyes, gentle, soft, your love calm fear.
“I am” all that you saw, you ever need.
You knew ‘I am ‘ that we were bless by His majesty.
You placed the small frame on your bosom
In the moment of void—his presence, you felt,
was connected to the great heaven
an overwhelming warmth,
life felt pleasing—pleasant with God proclivity,
As your baby cries: tears of joy seeps,
your arms open wide
You pray; thank the Lord,
that the baby was by your side,
tiny, innocent and fragile—a gentle child
you remove from your bosom
the prize, the gift, so beautiful—tenderly!!
Life begins to do the work; the child turns
To be the journey, recreate, share the blessing,
the hope—that Christ, Holy Jesus, died,
Risen from the grave, forgives us, loves mercifully!’
Empress Journee
