A poem written in the early 80’s when I was pregnant with our first child.
A Mother’s Eighth Psalm
The Psalmist said,
“What is man that Thou art mindful of him
for Thou hast made him
only a little lower than the angels.”
And I say,
What am I, that You are mindful of me?
For You have made me a woman
and capable of
creation myself.
And I have carried a child in my womb
and borne him into the world.
But today that child alone must choose
“Whom ye will serve…”
and only he can
“Confess with your mouth
and believe in your heart…”
for himself
I can’t do it for him…
Being a creator isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
God,
what did you feel
when You turned man loose
with Your creation?
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