It came in an email to wide eyes.
I had barely been praying.
Joseph texted me his congratulations.
But I wanted to ask if he was scared.
Understanding was labor intensive.
I felt the kick and I wept.
Tried to smile so they would not stare.
Elizabeth came to hold my hands.
Her faith was like molasses.
Conversely I was tense as an ambush.
But they had written this as the original design.
The match struck so I lit the candle.
Hands shivering yet resolute.
The census information came in an envelope.
I read it by the light.
Now Advent: arriving.
I stretched and preened my wings.
I followed Esther’s instructions.
Despite the difficult dreams, Joseph was coming.
September came and we got in the car.
On our way to birthing.