She opened her life to possibility,
an adjusted outlook, scarcely perceptible to the casual observer.
The opening became a womb, and miracle of wonder:
A dream conceived in the small, dark, and quiet place.
Diminutive at first; one hardly had courage to hope for its survival.
But it rooted and nagged, and held its place,
that dream. It grew. The tiny dream in the quiet place,
which sparked its existence. A miracle of wonder.
A hope against almost not.
An expectant mother laughs
at her own joy, and the laughter floats to heaven,
an offering of gratitude to God.