Works Through the Womb

The virtuous woman at best aligns with the cry of the babe. The tears stain her apron and breast. She remembers the seed of Abe. God’s compassion works through the womb, to seed, extend life, to cry out. To harden is to chisel tomb, to turn away as babe cries out. To cradle the babe’s head, to rock for endless minutes, to be soft, to cocoon and protect, tick-tock, to transcend goodness to God’s loft. Should she be mother or keeper, there’s potential for love of coos. Sentence, not, to hands of reaper. Remember who gives - wisely choose.