Holy birth and howling baby
In my back yard there are nuns who live in a shaded brick building next to the mouque and elementary scholl…
Together we rise when the sun in the sky…
Behind the kitchen curtain,in the damp haze of morning..
I watch them walk of side of blue robe..
They are cool,calm,n brisk..
Someday I’ll go see them
I ll ask for some letter or prayer
Because the thing is… I pray now
Not dear god almighty!
Just slow,easy,quite thoughts..
I pray when my patience is worn.
When my shoulders ache.
When my own voice becomes tiring to my ears.
I pray when my hearth sits heavy with stories and faces on women.
A prayer for the 30 week babe.
A prayer for lady with the skinny,squawking twins.
A prayer for the women without a mother,or a lover or a friend.
I pray when my cold hands run across a pregnant belly
And I feel a kick from the inside.
I pray for all my babies,be good to your mama.
I pray for all my mothers,be strong,be good to this baby.
I pray secretly and I pray slowly.
I pray for us,the midwives and almost midwives.
I pray that we make bright decisions.
And I pray for those of us who make bad decisions.
Decision we regret with outcomes we cant change.
I pray that we learn from our mistakes.
That with age comes wisdom.
I pray deeply and I pray completely.
For all of the hands and all of bellies.
I pray for holy births and howling babies.
Inspiration of hellen varney.CNM,MSN
