A Birthday Poem
(O Lord, my frame was not hidden from you
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths
of the earth.
Your eyes beheld my unformed substance…
Psalm 139: 15-16)
Waiting was I but knowing not
what would be
In that cosmic pause
you but took a breath
and
shared it with
me
Now filled with life my
eyes beheld new light
Months of sheltering darkness
now a memory
not to
be
remembered
In time before time you
were there
while I was
being made in
secret-
a weaving of your
own pattern
On this day of birthing
remembered
I whisper with that
breath you gave me
a small word
with deep meaning-
“thank you”
For I know that when
that breath
leaves me
You again will be there
weaving something
new-
A wonderful kind of
birth beyond
life
Jody Seymour
June 3, 2019, my 72nd birthday
