“The Birth” A Poem

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