



I wanted so
to give a child a home.
I did what I could,
making my body a garden
for an infant to grow in.
But it was not to be.
I ask the Creator of Life
to hear my cries.
Soothe my soul, my aching arms
that long for a baby to hold.
Let my tears be the rain
that makes me fruitful.
Help me see that mothering comes
in many guises, and the way forward
may be what I do not expect.
Fill me with life and with love,
the nurturing shade of Your perfect love.
Amen.