Movement. Precious
movement,
Over the surface of
her skin,
Over the covering
on her belly,
The distance
between us is ever so thin.
Minutes.
Precious minutes,
To experience your
life within,
To know you within
your mother,
To know you as our
kin.
Passing. Precious
passing,
Who out of this will win?
Who will know God
instantly?
It’s you our hope before God is in.
***
Spending the precious days, hours and minutes
of the present time with our unborn is of paramount importance to us. We will
not grieve our loss yet. We wish to enjoy motion and movement while we can.
As the baby kicks and dances we are reminded
of the safety of the womb. We are also reminded that life in the womb is a mere
caricature of life outside the womb – we only get so long in either
environment.
Our baby is ours and we are his/her parents.
Our baby has four siblings. He/she has a golden place in all our hearts – even
if that is imputed at present in our youngest.
As we consider the landscape of our time
together – the weeks becoming days, becoming hours and minutes, and ultimately,
seconds – we recognise that eternity fills the very second as we prevail over
the present for such a time as this.
While it is To-day, we will endeavour to
relate with this child of ours who we are yet really to meet; but we must meet
now by feeling and nuance, for meeting outside the womb is a veritable
impossibility.
We are given this time, to ponder and reflect
over what a life means to us, to others, to God. All our time will slip into
the ether the moment the birth takes place, as we struggle with the moments of
our dear life slipping gracefully from our desperate grasp.
We have the time and we have the moment.
Once that time is gone, a quick goodbye, then
a wailing grief, and then a send-off as we would send off a ninety-year-old
who’s been blessed with long life.
We have time now, and only now.
We make the most of it now or we forever hold
our piece. We cannot be distracted from our present mission – that would betray
God of our opportunity of his blessed communion with our unborn soul. We cannot
be consumed by other worries. We have woken up to this perhaps just in time.
Bid us a good time as we endeavour to know our
baby while we can.
© 2014 S. J. Wickham.
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