Since my last post was about motherhood, I dug this out. It is one of a number of poems scribbled into journals, scrawled in half-legible handwriting and followed by To Do lists, doodles and incomplete thoughts. For all its lack of any careful 'crafting,' I love this poem for the way it takes me back to that wonder of saying yes to so much more than you could have ever imagined.
And for a special treat, I will post a photo taken when Keziah was a baby ;-)
It’s all New
I’m filled with newness, with the unknown,
With expectation, with hope
And with fear.
It’s all new, this life that forms within me.
I said yes to something new, and now there’s no stopping it.
It’s taken on a life of its own.
And now this life that’s at once its own,
And also mine,
Life that’s beautiful and delicate,
Life that’s wailing and desperate,
And I hold it, yet it’s too much for my grip.
This life that grows towards the light,
Following an ancient path.
Life that’s everlasting.