Midwife to the Soul

The final labor has begun.
The Creator sends a midwife in his stead.
One of compassion, strength and wisdom.
She whispers to the laborer,
Do not fear.
Eternal Peace is on the way.
New life is almost here.

Questions from anxious loved ones flood her.
When will the suffering end?
How much more must we endure?
Her tears cascade with their's as she confirms,
Eternal Peace is on the way.
New life is almost here.

Gentle hands caress tense muscles.
Melodic words coach panted breaths.
Loving arms uphold the broken.
Eternal Peace is on the way.
New life is almost here.

The midwife cradles the laborer
as the vigil stretches into hours.
Let go, dear one. Rest.
Eternal Peace is on the way.
New life is almost here.

The laborer exhales and is still.
Weeping fills the room.
The mid-wife affirms
Eternal Peace is here.
New life has just begun.

She baths the mortal body
the laborer has cast-off.
The midwife closes her eyes
and imagines how it must
feel to receive eternal Peace
when new Life has just begun.



Broken


     Without warning, the unexpected came. Grief wounds once healed were ripped open. The pain seeped into every crevice. Well-meaning friends offered words meant to comfort and encourage, but they fell on her ears as trite and judgmental.     

     In her pain, she grabbed a beautiful vase and slung it against the wall, shattering it. She screamed as she picked up a blue glass and dropped it on the floor. She continued to weep as she chose a yellow glass bowl and bashed it against the other wall. The confusion, the anger, the hurt lay among the broken pieces of glass. She fell to the ground and released hot angry tears. Her body heaved as suffocating loss imploded.
     Finally emptied of all feeling, she collapsed in silence. The sun set. Darkness came. She remained still. Numb. Spent. Exhausted. 
   Just when she thought the blackness would have her, the sun rose. Love breathed warmth on her. Gentleness caressed her. She knew the touch. It was her Creator’s. The all-knowing, forever-loving One. She sighed as He tenderly stroked her hair. Resting her head against his chest, she gazed at the broken glass that was wet with her tears.
     Her Father hugged her and then gently moved her away. She watched in awe as He began sifting through the shards of glass, discarding some while rescuing others. He worked meticulously, ever so patient. He glanced over at her, and without a word, he nodded reassurance.
      Transfixed by Compassion, her pain-etched forehead softened. Her lips slowly formed a hint of a smile. The Comforter continued to work, arranging her brokenness. Piece by broken piece. When He was done, he winked at her and miraculously all the pieces fused to create a beautiful kaleidoscope. He raised the stained-glass to the window and commanded the sun to shine through it. The beams poured through the masterpiece. Her Father invited her to dance- a dance of new beginnings. 
     
     Whatever you’re facing today, please know a loving God sees you. He hears your cries. He is here to hold you as He creates something beautiful from your grief and brokenness. 

“He hath made everything beautiful in his time.”  Ecc. 3:11