Mystery of Motherhood
by Virginia M. Kimball, S.T.D.

Walk with me into a woman’s soul

Image of mystery carried in her womb

Secluded, dark, warm and throbbing

Enclosed in love

And awesome fear

Allowing life --

Pulsing entity of God

Generates, fuses, multiplies

To replicate, communicate, die ...

Die to regenerate.

Feel the encounter with God unknown

Deep fathoms in existence, awareness

Are unexplained

Un-detailed

Unsealed

Immeasurable

Planted there to harvest endlessly

With no boundary

Pregnant in a fusing of beating heart

Hurting, human tension, with pain felt

Fetal in its impetus

Joy spoken only softly

Spoken as a word to touch, to draw,

To live through darkness vast and deep

Touching realms

Not drawn by physical law

Not explained

But known

Treasured

Pondered

Sheltering a word

Sheltering the Word

This is every woman.
This is Mary.