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Stacey Marshburn

Honorable Mention 2010 Utmost Christian Poetry Contest $100

About this Christian Poet:
Stacey Marshburn is a high school senior preparing to get her degree in Social Work at Campbell University. She lives in Morrisville, NC with her wonderful family and enjoys reading, writing, and playing guitar. Poetry is her medium when dealing with everyday life.

About this Poem:
This poem makes me think of the beginning of Genesis when everything was right between God and man. It is about God treasuring the harmony He had with us in our innocence and the heartbreak He felt when we lost that innocence. However, He made a way for us to have new life and enjoy that peace with Him again. All of this is encased in the metaphor of pregnancy.

Expecting

I have carried you these seventeen years
Your mortal fetus embedded in the womb of My palm,
Knowing that this eventual labor will pain us both.

But brace yourself, unborn one.
After all, I will reflect blindingly in your daylit eyes
Your raven hair will shine like lamb’s wool in My presence,
Your pale skin glowing lustrous with warmth.
It is worth a cross of pregnancy to engulf your clammy fingertips in My nail-pierced hands
I will gladly receive every thorn in this crown to stroke your face, smoother than a river pebble.

Indeed, you will weep at the swift foreign wind against your warm cheek,
You will wail to be torn from My sanctuary and thrust into a cold, unknown land.
But I vow to capture every tear, rebuking the sobs that bind you
I will hold you tighter than the womb could ever claim,
And, exhausted from your journey into the waking world,
You will sigh into My encasing arms
Relying only upon the lullaby of My tender whispers
And the metronome of My beating heart to summon sleep.

But now, let My body nurture you with pure love, sweeter than milk
Gather courage from My veins, as if picking wildflowers
Absorb hope from the blanket of My heat
Stir for none save Me.
For now let Me revel in our natural harmony
Until the day you must be born.

Copyright ©2010 by Stacey Marshburn