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Birthing A Blessing

so often
we look for blessings to drop from the sky
like manna from heaven.
but what if
every thing we reached for
was inside?
what if
instead of grabbing
we pushed?

there's a blessing in your belly
waiting to be birthed.

labor pains dormant
for a short period of time
while distracted by life;
but in sleepless nights
that give way to weary days,
contractions kick in so fiercely.
the spine aches as hip bones adjust to
stress placed upon them.

"I'm tired of being in labor,"
she says.
tired of being tired.
caught somewhere between
"I need to rest" and "I need to push."
which one is it, God?  




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