Lynn W. Petty
How Beautiful Is Woman Full With Child - Poem by Lynn W. Petty
I studied her from far across the room.
Her depth of beauty deepened day by day.
A calm transcendent goodness showing through,
As though her inner source of self were found.
How beautiful is woman full with child.
I rose and gently took her in my arms,
In awe I felt the motion through her side,
The joyous, not so gentle, kick of babe,
A confirmation of our deepest faith.
All life is marked by some event in time,
The miracle of birth, then we were three.
With pride I stared, with humble prayer, gave thanks,
And laid the infant in her cradled arms.
I watched it nursing from her brimming breast;
Sweet drops of nectar running down its chin.
Contented sounds of Mother's cooing words.
The amber lamp's illuminating glow
Had cast the room in tones of warming light.
An aura of resplendence covered them.
They lay, suspended, in a timeless still,
Like statuary in a holy shrine.
Transfixed, an ageless mystery was revealed.
I saw love's purpose in this ancient scene.
Maturity was part of that new birth,
Emerging from the boy, I stood a man.
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