A poem for peace

As I have approached 37 weeks, I have moments of fear and panic. Disbelief that we can make it further than this, and that it could really all result in a baby. I wish it wasn't so hard to believe. I wish it was easier for my mind to get to a place where it lets me imagine that life with a baby in just a few weeks could be real. But it continues to be a challenge. I have to teach myself truths each day to help me get past the mental block that is trying to protect my heart.

A few days ago I was having one of those moments, and as I was writing down the truths I needed to hear they began to take on a rhythm and became poetry. I have no good ideas for a title, except what it is....

A poem for peace

You, my Father, are holding my baby

You've created this place for him in my womb 

he knows nothing but your love and the warmth of his mother

he gives you praise with his every move

Before You formed him, You knew him

You love him more deeply than the ocean is blue

You chose this little one to be my baby

his life only exists because you desired it to 

bring him safely to our longing and loving arms

bring more mercy

more grace

as we wait upon you