Poem and sculpture by Megan Little
Scripture gives us many metaphors to help us understand God’s love. The author of Psalm 139 reflects on God’s creative action in forming each one of us in the womb. Pondering my heavenly Father’s tender and intimate love for me inspired this sculpture and poem and deepened my connection with God.
Before I was conceived
did you carry me?
Your wisdom carving out
the contours of my being,
Your spirit hovering over—
daydreaming of what I would become?
The silver flame of your fierce love kindled.
Did you tenderly hand me over to my human mother?
In that instant seeing and sorrowing
all the troubles I would face
in this grief-pierced world?
Did you see, too, how I would reject your love,
how my lips would sometimes praise you
while my heart was far away?
You chose to bear those wounds
in the lining of your womb?
Chose to carry me to term
even though it meant your death?
Were there tears in your eyes as you sank me
in the waters of baptism,
fusing the DNA of eternity
into my DNA?
If I quiet myself,
I can hear your heartbeat
warm and loud.
