Miscarriage

3-22-2019

In my mother's embrace, While yet unseen, I began living. Before I could ask for it, I was given moments. Minutes. Caress. Care.

In my mother's arms, I was loved long before I could yearn for it. Before I could cry out for it, I was lent my breath. My movements. My heartbeat. My smile.

But while yet unseen, I began leaving My parents' grasp, so loving. While yet unheard I felt my breath fading. I am being called, being reclaimed.

Before my race started, I have been called away, out of a world and its crooked ways. And to my Master blessed, who lent me this life and breath, I now yield and say, "Yes."

I have been given, And now I am being taken away. In my life's short span I've had brighter and darker days, But never one that's too far removed from grace.

And so, this borrowed breath, I will give back to You-- In a sigh of surrender In a sigh of cease In a sigh with tears, yet not without hope.

For this borrowed breath Is but a fraction of Your beautiful promises. You have given me for a purpose And have taken me away for a reason.

And in this I stand-- that in my fleeting moments You have given me life, and life abundant.