The Newborn

The Newborn

Newborn baby,
Tiny and fragile,
So red and pink,
Wrinkled and smooth,
So helpless.

Bundled in a blanket
Still lost in the arms
Of mother.

Tiny bottom swallowed up
Inside white diaper.

Hands clenched in fists–
Ready to face the world
Head on.

Button mouth
Searching.
Searching for mother,
For comfort,
For milk.

Eyes looking into space,
Trying to bring the world closer.

Born with potential–
Great potential.
Potential for being great,
A child of God
Working for the Kingdom.
A potential for being evil,
Rebellious.

Born with abilities
Far beyond comprehension.

The ability to make grown men babble
Without embarrassment.
The ability to make lonely strangers
Smile and coo.
The ability to make mother feel helpless
When she does not know why baby is crying–
Helpless as a newborn baby.
The ability to make mother smile
In her tiredness,
Happy,
Content,
Satisfied at the bundle in her arms.

Soon baby will be turning over,
Sitting up,
Creeping,
Crawling,
Walking.

Enjoy, oh mother,
The newborn.
So suddenly here,
Suddenly gone as infant appears.
Enjoy the precious moments
With precious newborn.

Rejoice in the work of the Lord.

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Reflections on Mommyhood