I have

known

the desperate

song

of Hannah

within my bones.

A

supplication

for a womb,

to

be

filled.

To be

remembered,

if only

once,

by the

One

Who calls the

barren

to life.

And

every day,

within your

eyes,

I see

that I

was

always

seen.

And

you,

were always

there.

Waiting

for

just

the

right

moment

to

become

a tree

of life.

This longing,

fulfilled.

And

forever

you

are

His.

Held.

Safe in the Hands

that

formed

your frame

deep within

secret

places.

And

she

who

was

hungry

for

life

to

grow

within;

hungers

no more.

—Magnificat.

{Today is my son’s birthday. We waited ten years for him to arrive. And his every smile reminds me that I am seen, by the One who calls the barren to life.}