Fearfully And Wonderfully Made! Poem by Denis Martindale

How can it be from making love that children come to be?
That tiny genes are quite enough to fashion you and me?
That growing deep within the womb a miracle begins?
That in such darkness like a tomb there yet may be a prince?

That even paupers born one day come forth and breathe the air,
Surviving hardships yet to stay with those who love and care?
Yet such is life for many souls God destines for this Earth,
Prepared with bodily controls to help them prove their worth…

Such that a babe so weak, so frail, takes time to walk and run,
Reducing times no more to fail, so great things can be done…
If we examine how we're made, we learn so many things…
Yet not all bodies here displayed have been reserved for kings…

The poorest child may still have eyes and ears to see and hear,
The richest child can realise the beauty that is near…
Yes, there are aches and pains and strife… such things we can't dismiss,
Yet who can match this gift of life… or true love's tender kiss?

Or holding hands when love takes hold… or tears of joy at last?
Emotions worth much more than gold… or sadness when downcast?
And yet we live… as miracles… as tributes to God's love…
Surveying all God's spectacles… then praising God above…


Denis Martindale 27th of February 2020.