Poem for Respect Life Sunday

Cradlings

When I asked God how I could hold my empty arms
and carry what isn’t there,
this is what he said: Rest.
Rest and let me remember you.
I loved you then and I love you now.
I made you full and whole.
I made you laughter and noise,
busy and quiet.
But most of all
I made you holy
and I named you “My Love”.
Rest, My Love and let your arms be filled;
I am ‘The Gentlest of Cradlings’.

Nuala