Mary's TreasureНамуна

A Labor of Love

We entered the stable, a cave cool and dark,

With calm lowing animals, scene bare and stark.

Straw crunched underfoot as we cleared out a space.

Collapsed on the ground as contractions kept pace.

Not what I expected, but it’d have to do,

For even this circumstance proved God’s will too.

I focused on keeping my breaths slow and deep

Distracted by crickets and shuffling sheep.

I clutched at a crisp piece of dry yellow hay

And pleaded that God make the pain go away.

When life doesn’t look the way I think it should

May crisp straw remind me God works all for good.