Should I be carried on wings of the Dawn
To remote depth of the Sea,
There You would find me and keep me from harm
Your Hand would take hold of me.
Though darkness encompass me all around
Your Eyes would not fail to see.
When I was an embryo in the womb,
In Your Book You recorded me.
All of my members were written down
Before yet they had come to be;
Even the lifeblood that coursed through my veins
Was screened off-belonging to me.
In my mother's womb Your Child I became-
My own self-identity laid.
No crevice, no spark can be hidden from You;
Your Knowledge exists beyond shade.
In awe I will praise Your Most Holy Name
For the Wonderful Way I am made.
A poem of praise and thanks a homage to mother as vessel and child as hope a Christian tradition, but universally the hope that the child will become as in vitro, an individual connected by blood.
A tribute to Omnipotence for His omniscient wisdom as the divine Creator.. A wonderful write.
thank you for calling my heart back to my creator.......
This is an remarkable poem, i enjoy reading this poem keep it up...
I think your style of writing is very good. It has a ring to it and a snappy cadence almost like music of some kind. I was looking at some of your other poems and the same style seems to carry through on most of your poems. Very good writing. Perhaps you could take a look at mine. I would value your opinion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deeply reverant and very moving. It touches on the very essence of our being. You still have it