Birth

Eyes filled with fear and wonder
Would peer, if they could, up into
The face of a maternal figure,
But a warm touch a familiar scent must suffice.

The woman, submerged quite differently
In the wonder of extra ordinary genesis.
A dependent infant, but independently alive,
food, water, warmth and experience.

The birth of a life eventually blends into the daily
And the incredible becomes ordinary, in time,
But not for the seeker of sacred things,
As each days mundane activities leaves them awe-struck.

Boredom is merely ignorance of detail
And the lack of desire to transcend life,
For a moment, to forget one's self,
And notice it all again with new eyes.

 

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