The throbbings begin—
The stretching, vague pain,
Then panic and wonder are mixed
Like gall and wine.
I wait, with Mary,
As eternity invades my heart
And the two millennia between us
Efface like the thinning tissues
That frighten her young-girl body.
She gasps, and I do, too;
But for much different reasons:
She is breathless with pain,
I with awe.
The rhythmic pulsings increase for her
And I, too, ride them like a tidal wave;
Anxious for what will break
Upon the shore of eternity
Anxious for Him
To be born again
In my heart
© Latayne C. Scott
