Birthing
What is hidden shall become manifest--
but not yet.
You are in that pregnant pause before pain
and the utter, naked vulnerability of birth,
When the body will riot
and conjoined souls divide
to create a new strand
in the web of life.
It takes courage--
no one, after all, gives birth with their pants
on,
or is unchanged by the
outcome.
So peace to you, Laurel
as you change the history
of the world around
you,
And peace to Nate as well.
The new is ending the old
and birthing a new way of being,
of loving,
of living.
It won't be long and it will begin--
but patience.
Today will lead you to tomorrow soon enough.
For now, breathe deep and long,
calm all fears,
release control.
It's all part of the journey.
Terry L. Johnson
