God, you are Mother, tender and full, swelled with life.
You are Wisdom, full and complete.
I find myself in the protection of your womb
where you carry me constantly with you.
Your own being nourishes my infant spirit
steadfastly, faithfully, to bring me to birth as another daughter of the New Creation.

God, you are my Mother,
the One who cares for me day in and day out.
The One who will clothe me and feed me,
comfort me and teach me to walk, to speak, to pray.

God you are my Mother,
the One to whom I will look for discipline and love,
for the shining example of how to live
and how to care for the rest of your children,
my sisters and brothers.

God, thank you for being my Mother.
You carry me faithfully.
I am never too heavy for you.
It is your delight to re-create me as your child.
God, thank you that I am made in your image:
strong life-bearer, full of promise.
I have run the race, and my child is the prize.

Blessed are we who know that even now we are in gestation!
Blessed are we who sense conception
and are not afraid
of the enormous changes that come
but, rather, recognize that Life is re-creating,
that miracles still happen,
that God is faithful, patient, active --
even now.

And blessed are we who courageously give birth
-- only to find ourselves again in gestation --
because the miracle we carry
is God's Life without end.

-- from my book The Nine-Month Miracle (c)Copyright 1986