Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Birth (infancy) (08/20/09)
- TITLE: Transitions
By Mariane Holbrook
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I often heard her tease how much I’d added to her girth.
I sighed with deep contentment there inside that dark cocoon
Though I was apprehensive that I might be leaving soon.
I tried to be inactive since my stretching caused her pain.
I heard her pray for grace and mercy time and time again.
She’d pray that all my toes and fingers, every organ, too,
Would each be perfect specimens, my eyes a pretty blue.
I knew I had a mother, father, sister, brother, too.
I heard them talk about me and the things they planned to do.
But things began to bother me when there was not a doubt
That one day soon from my cocoon, I would be moving out.
I loved it there, safe and secure, close to my mother’s heart.
I was well-fed, a nice soft bed, no reason to depart.
That place was all I’d ever known, I’d never been outside.
Afraid of what might lie ahead, I bowed my head and cried.
But on that day when I was born, I felt so loved and blest.
My family checked me over and declared I’d passed the test.
The world was bright and beautiful, not dark where I had been;
I’d never been this happy since I can’t remember when.
My room was bright and cheerful, there were presents everywhere.
I heard they’d had a “shower;” there were lots of women there.
The cradle that I slept in was beside my mother’s bed
So she could lift me to her when I needed to be fed.
Someday I’ll have to leave this earth and go to heaven above.
I’ll say goodbye to family and to friends I’ve grown to love.
I’ve grown so used to being here I’d likely opt to stay
But God makes these decisions and I’ll trust Him all the way.
There’s so much beauty all around I can’t contain it all;
The bluebells in the summer and the maples in the fall.
The pristine snows of winter and the jonquils in the spring;
Each season flaunts its best to make me lift my voice and sing.
I’ve thought death’s separation would be more than I could bear,
But God has planned a welcome for each one who enters there.
My loved ones who’ve gone on before will gather at the gate,
So happy that I’ll soon arrive that they can hardly wait!
When I arrive in heaven to begin my brand new birth,
I’m sure the beauty that I see will far surpass the earth.
And walking down the center of the streets of gold will be
My loving Savior, Jesus Christ, into whose arms I’ll flee.
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