Saturday, November 13, 2010

The Nest

I wrote this poem for Brianna, both as a celebration for how God created her as a woman and as an appreciation for the passion God gave her for motherhood.

The Nest

What dreams begin in sanctuaries,
In sacred nests tucked safely away?
The dawn of life begins in secret,
Where love arouses her first rays…

The dream will sprout into a vision
Which leaves the world with fingerprints;
But it begins with just a seed
Which starts to bud with little hints—

The seed is planted in your arms,
You are the dream’s created nest;
The jewels of life are nestled here,
Each one a precious tiny guest!

A plant is born within the soil,
A tapestry upon a loom—
But dreams of worth so vast and deep
Begin their life in you, o womb!

1 comment:

  1. You know I love this poem! It's really special to have a man who can appreciate my passions, and the specialness of carrying life. :-)