A womb settled
to safety.
Held within your
palms.

The embryo growing
within nuzzles and
suckles the warmth'
of your words.

Like an infant to its
mothers breast.
Clutching to you
for rest.

You hold her gently
with brooding
spirit and watchful
care.

Knowing the birth pangs
of earth will rage
as the stage is set
for the birth of
the rapture.

Joselyn G MayFair 01/21/2006