Sunday, March 02, 2008

First child

Lovely young woman,
your body firm and fresh.
Perfect.
A precious curtain was torn in two
from top to bottom,
making a way from the sacred place
into this broken existence.

Archetype of the primipara,
feel that deep pain;
mingle unshed tears with the wonder of life that has awoken.

The wound heals over.
The suckling child urges you on,
despite daily reminders.
In giving birth, you have given strength -
wholeness.
A scar remains.
A reminder of the open gape.

When another curtain was torn in two from top to bottom
the way was made into the holy place.
Ponder these things.
Treasure them in your heart.

Joy Johnston [I wrote this poem in my diary 30/6/2001]

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