The Unborn Child

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How does the fetus survive?

In the darkness of the womb

Day after day, yearning for light

When will the months end?

 

What does the world have to offer?

What will my life be? How will I look?

Many questions on his pre-primitive mind

Anticipation eats her up

 

He is anxious but dare not leave

Lest she assumes the status of a still-born

The one who cannot survive what’s coming

The one who is not ready for the life ahead

 

She must be born matured

He must be born healthy

She must bring joy

There’s no place for an abortion

 

Patience is all he has till the ninth month

Gradually, as she reaches perfection

As he is made ready for the next phase

A man in the making

 

He keeps counting daily

Waiting, hoping, praying

 

“That’s why I don’t think there’s any comparison between the present hard times and the coming good times. The created world itself can hardly wait for what’s coming next. Everything in creation is being more or less held back. God reins it in until both creation and all the creatures are ready and can be released at the same moment into the glorious times ahead. Meanwhile, the joyful anticipation deepens.” Romans 8:19 MSG

 

IamImisioluwa, and I am that unborn child.

 

Sleep Sweet.

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