Volumne 5 No. 2
A MYSTERIOUS DAY
O Divine Mystery,
be with me in this day's passage.
You have chosen me to be a woman
and thus humanity's life-bearer,
but it is You, not I, who form and nurture the life within us
once the process of new life sparks to flame,
and it is You, Spirit of Nature, who so often,
for the sake of our Larger Life,
bring unpromising pregnancies to an end.
We mourn and name it miscarriage but it is your own mystery.
Winters must come, you seem to say,
but only to prepare for a newer life in a newer season.
Today, in harmony with You,
I, too, end an unpromising pregnancy for the sake of a larger Life.
I must make a winter in my womb
so that a vital Spring and Summer can nurture a Larger Promise.
Fill me with the courage
you have given so many of my sisters through the ages.
Fill me with a sense of participation in Nature's own Wisdom
in ending one season and beginning another.
W. Cleary, the author of Prayers For Lovers (Forest
of Peace) and other
books, lives in Burlington, Vt. (firstname.lastname@example.org)