A poem as my tummy and faith grows, and grows.

I have birthed two big babies

at home smoothly

and yet 

I am not a birthing ‘goddess’.

I am an ordinary woman

with an extraordinary creator 

and I get to participate 

in His creation for the 

third time soon,

wow

and all praise

and all glory

goes up

vertically

appropriately,

not worshipping 

nature 

or an impersonal intelligence 

as if in all of its  

astounding beauty, 

it just created itself.

I used to worship 

the creation 

while being too 

arrogant to worship 

the creator 

but not now

not this time

not ever again. 

I am not a birthing ‘goddess’,

I am an ordinary woman

with an extraordinary creator.

How is my third birth 

prep different,

everyone asks… 

Praise

Prayers

Reliance 

in the right direction. 

Pk xx