Birth

Weep
my love
Joy will come
but sorrow creeps
on coat tails of our immortality

But now gaze on the brilliance of our hope
that after death
Life is birthed
our love
born




tara jennings
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Bagnall Avatar
November 17, 2011 at 6:17 AM
Not what I was expecting, nicely put together, enjoyed.
Jennings Avatar
May 3, 2013 at 8:23 AM
My grandmother passed away while I was pregnant. There was a bitter sweet healing in holding our child for the first time when grief was still so heavy in our hearts. The wonder of love is that even in death it is alive and shows us God's grace in its everlasting strength, passing from us to our children in a legacy of hope. The greatest hope in life is love and how it transforms us beyond frail bodies that wither away.
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace