Lord I am pregnant
With your children,
Words I cannot utter
Love I cannot contain
Grace I cannot understand.
You have touched me in such a way
That I can do nothing,
But prostrate upon the ground,
For I am not the doer of things,
I am not the voice inside that leads to greener pastures,
I am not the silent, hidden connections between lovers, friends, pets and their owners.
No, I am just a passenger on the divine train.
This brain is empty,
And this belly full of your children…
Lord, take my eyes, ears, nose, and tongue
That all my days henceforth
Be spent in your service.
And then I shall walk in the Garden,
Oh I shall walk
A giant, confused grin plastered on my face forever.