Beat

This heart grew in me, was a part of me.
For nine months inside and now we see,
The wonder of it in color and sparks,
Like lightening across the sky, the awe
Of connection made. It is no small thing
To watch it work and pump, so strong,
Full of life and electric pulses, beating
In time with mine, with the earth, with
The season coming. This was once a
Part of me and so it is for every mother
Who has lost a child, once a part of her
Own body and now gone from her, the loss
Is extreme, never ending, yet the One who
Gives life and breath knows this too, each
Held in God's hand and returned there.
We miss what we cannot have present,
But we are still connected to the Source
Which claims us all in life and death.