Sunday, June 7, 2015

Celebrating Life, Precious Life!

Since I celebrated my birthday on Wednesday, I've decided to share a poem about my birth. It's about the preciousness of life and how my brand new life nearly came to an end a day or two after it began. This poem was written two years ago.

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 “For we are His workmanship,     
created in Christ Jesus for good works,
which God prepared beforehand
so that we would walk in them.”  Ephesians 2:10

I imagine her fright
was practically unbearable
when late to motherhood
those first contractions came—
too early

and I began traveling
down the birth canal—

Oh, I’m certain she worried
as she endured the pangs
of relentless contractions

worried and wondered and prayed
as she watched hours tick away
on the clock on the wall—


(until they numbed both mind and body
by administering ether)        

if I would make it

or if her lifelong dream
of motherhood
would be forever dashed

but her dream was not dashed
and they scurried to place me
in an incubator

I was very, very tiny
yet it looked as though
I would make it

but a day or two later
as she held me in her loving arms
and fed me at her giving breast—

I stopped breathing
and my flesh turned cold and blue

She screamed a scream
that surely shook the hospital walls

A nurse came running—
grabbed me by my feet
smacked me on the bottom
and praise God

I began to breathe again

and that indicates to me
that the One
Who has numbered my days
and multiplied my breaths
had a purpose

and the fact that I’m still here
sixty-nine years
and counting

indicates He has more
for me to do

and all I want Him to know is

Lord, here am I

Maude Carolan Pych

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