I'm a miracle......sometimes I ask myself 'Why?' Why did God make me a miracle?
Answer: Because HE CHOSE to.........
I came out with a cry
Shrivelled
Wet
Naked
Vunerable
I felt fingers curled around me
I felt warmth in those fingers
It was a warmth transferred from the heart
It coursed through my body
I didn't feel shrivelled anymore
I felt full of hope
I was wet
but wet in the river of my mother's tears of joy
Naked i was
but I felt protected in my mother's bosom
Vunerable because I couldn't defend myself
Yet I knew my mother would give her life for mine
Her fingerprints are all over me
and so are Yours
You protect me
You cover me
You hide me
You made me
Thank You
Ian Poulier 2006
SELAH
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Monday, June 19, 2006
TwO HoUrS tO Go......
Birthdays........what do they mean to us? For some it's just another date on a calender.....a dreaded date for some! For others, it's a question of why we were put on this mound of earth.... its a not necessarily a query but sadly a profanity...
I wrote a poem, trying to identify how a mum might feel at the impending moment of delivery. You may not identify with it, but certainly we can't disregard the important people mums are..and will always be.....if you haven't said thanks to your mum......do it soon!
Two hours to go…………..
It’s more than two hours to go
I feel excited and a little worried
It’s natural to feel that way isn’t?
I don’t know if I have been doing what’s right…..
Have I been eating well?
Have I thought of this Miracle inside of me?
Have I been considerate?
I know we want a family, but am I being a responsible mum-to-be?
Is the job sufficient?
Is the cash enough?
Can I manage without help?
Wait a minute……..
I’m going to be a mum!
Me! A mum!
How did I get to this point?
Yes my husband loves me and vice-versa…..
And this Miracle inside of me is our proof………
Proof of............ another Miracle
A Miracle that I was made to carry God’s creation……
I am not just a person who has roles to fulfill
Or person who has to be subjected to sexual innuendos…..
I have been chosen to be a carrier of this Miracle
I am a Miracle too!
If I am a Miracle, then what is there too worry?
The Miracle weaver who wove this miracle in me
Has also equipped me to care,
To nurture,
To love
To be the best mum I can ever be!
I wrote a poem, trying to identify how a mum might feel at the impending moment of delivery. You may not identify with it, but certainly we can't disregard the important people mums are..and will always be.....if you haven't said thanks to your mum......do it soon!
Two hours to go…………..
It’s more than two hours to go
I feel excited and a little worried
It’s natural to feel that way isn’t?
I don’t know if I have been doing what’s right…..
Have I been eating well?
Have I thought of this Miracle inside of me?
Have I been considerate?
I know we want a family, but am I being a responsible mum-to-be?
Is the job sufficient?
Is the cash enough?
Can I manage without help?
Wait a minute……..
I’m going to be a mum!
Me! A mum!
How did I get to this point?
Yes my husband loves me and vice-versa…..
And this Miracle inside of me is our proof………
Proof of............ another Miracle
A Miracle that I was made to carry God’s creation……
I am not just a person who has roles to fulfill
Or person who has to be subjected to sexual innuendos…..
I have been chosen to be a carrier of this Miracle
I am a Miracle too!
If I am a Miracle, then what is there too worry?
The Miracle weaver who wove this miracle in me
Has also equipped me to care,
To nurture,
To love
To be the best mum I can ever be!
Ian Poulier 2006
* dedicated to all the mums as I pondered on how my mum must have felt as she delivered me
SELAH
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