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.}
