for a mother to be

Nothing could have pre­pa­red
Your heart to open like this.

From bey­ond the ski­es and the stars
This echo arri­ved insi­de of you
And star­ted to pul­se with life
Each beat a tiny act of growth,
Traversing all our anci­ent shapes,
On its way home to its­elf.

Once it began, you were no lon­ger your own.
A new, more cou­ra­ge­ous you, offe­ring its­elf
In a new way to a pre­sence you can sen­se
But you have not seen or known.

It has made you feel alo­ne
In a way you never knew befo­re;
Everyone else sees only from the out­side
What you feel and feed
With every fiber of your being.

Never have you tra­v­eled far­t­her inward
Where words and thoughts beco­me half-light
unab­le to reach the fund of bright­ness
Strengthening insi­de the night of your womb.

Like some pri­me­val moon,
Your soul brigh­tens
The tides of essence
That flow to your child.

You know your life has chan­ged fore­ver,
For in all the days and years to come,
Distance will never be able to cut you off
From the one you now car­ry
For nine mon­ths under your heart.

May you be bles­sed with quiet con­fi­dence
That desti­ny will gui­de you and mind you.

May the emer­ging spi­rit of your child
Imbibe encou­ra­ge­ment and joy
From the con­ti­nuous music of your heart,
So that it can grow with ease,
Expectant of won­der and wel­co­me
When its form is ful­ly fil­led

And it makes it jour­ney out
To see you and sett­le at last
Relieved and glad in your arms.

— John O’Donohue - Benedictus — A Book of Blessings