Waiting Poem

Dear Baby, here beneath my heart,
I thought that you might come today:
the timing just seemed right.

But the stars are out
and the moon is high
and sheepishly I wonder why
I try to arrange the plans
Of God.

For now I know
you will not come
until the One who holds eternity
rustles your soft cocoon and
whispers in tones that I will not hear,
"It's time, precious gift."
"Now it's time"

I will wait on the Lord.....And I will hope in Him. Here am I and the children whom the Lord has given me! Isaiah 8:17-18 (NKJV)

Taken from a book called Mothering by Heart by Robin Jones Gunn