Again the sweet, life-giving pain
sweeps over me.
Like waves upon a shore,
it fades … and then envelops me once more.
And in between its fierceness and its fire
a great and tired peace.
The pulse of life within me
a child is born each moment of the day.
Confronted by this thought,
This wave, this pain, is not just mine alone.
I am no shore …
I am but one of many grains of sand
sharing a common wave.
Multiplied a million times, I become
the moment that my child was born
I was no more a tiny grain of sand.
It seemed in all the world
I stood alone.
And God reached down and touched me with His hand.
Written by Charmaine Solomon, from “Love and a Wooden Spoon”
(I wish I had written it!)